Lately...

Lately there have been so many things going on in my life, from demo and reno of rooms in my current house, a book deal (non-erotic) and various business proposals, that getting time for sex is tough. Those of you who are dedicated patrons of this blog have no doubt noticed this.

So, even though it is hard to imagine, when I do get time, my body is not always in tune with my head. I break for a moment, and something comes up, and it's not what I WANT to come up, but it is just how it goes.

Contractors have been in and out of my house the past two weeks, and for a week I have a reprieve until I have to go out and buy marble for the bathroom and get that room ready to sand and paint walls and finish before moving to another room.

My daughter gets married this summer and in the midst of planning that, I'm building a house in the Carolinas. An exciting time, but one that is so busy I barely have time to think.

Finn is considering a job in Toronto, Evan is considering a job back in Chicago, and Jack is considering moving south with me. I will miss Finn something awful if he goes, welcome Evan back if he arrives and I have no idea what will happen with Jack. He is not moving to be with me per se' but has seized an opportunity to work there, and since he and I have been business partners on and off for 12 years, it makes sense. Couple that with Johnny's best friend, who is currently working on a project with me and will probably move south with me also.

We make our family from our friends as well as those related to us and I am happiest when surrounded by all of them, and with any luck we will all make the journey to a beautiful house nestled in the woods and 4 miles from the ocean sometime later this year.

I have so much to be thankful for, and so many wonderful and crazy things happening that I wanted you all to know.

I have not left, and I promise to still light a fire here and tell you about it.

After all, a secret is something you tell... right?

(And no, Finn will not be gone from my life, even if he moves to Toronto, will you Finn?)

Enticing...

He glides across the room in full androgynous regalia. I can't keep my eyes off him.

Being tall and slender with an angular face he does androgyny very well.

And we know how much I love pretty boys.

We talked before the party but I hadn't seen him before he walked in.

My heart jumps when he walks in and I recall one of the first times we spent together at a party.

Of course, he's late.

Still, I can't help but smile. He's so beautiful and my joy is mixed with a quick pang of sadness when I think he may be leaving to take a job in Toronto. Quickly I shake the twinge off for a much more satisfying ache.

The one that begins in my tummy and runs straight down to my clit.

He laughs, noticing the shifting of my hips as I rub my legs together to savor the throbbing as it steadily increases.

His hair is slicked back and his tall boots wrap his thighs in leather bondage straps, all buckles and promise of things to come.

Later, he lays naked, those same straps around his wrists and ankles and then buckled to the bedposts.

I love to watch him strain against his restraints, blindfolded, yet acutely aware of what is about to happen to him.

As the hot wax hits his chest, he arches his back and his cock slides into my pussy.

Timing is everything.

Unfair Advantage.

His hands run up my spine as he dips me backward on the table.

My stockinged foot rubs his crotch through his jeans, feeling his hard cock's resistance against my toes.

Leaning over me, he licks his way from my navel to my nipple, taking it into his mouth and biting down, making me moan. Gently he takes my ankle in his hand, removing it from his crotch and despite my protests, he takes my other ankle and very gently, very slowly, pushes back against me so I end up laying flat on the table, knees bent, legs spread.

He's still fully dressed and I am completely naked except for my stockings.

How did this happen? I muse. As if reading my mind, he laughs, low and throaty, as he releases his cock from his jeans.

--
~Storm

Happy Birthday, Baby...

I still think of you often.

I know you must think about me or you wouldn't be so afraid to talk to me.

Do you remember the first time I said goodbye to you?

Five hours in the grass on a blanket outside of school, hidden well in the forest preserve away from prying eyes. Do you remember how we kissed for hours until we couldn't stand it anymore?

Do you recall the next time I said goodbye to you?

3 days together in a hotel room, bending me over and fucking me until I cried for mercy...

Pulling on your restraints and fucking you until YOU cried for mercy...

What about the last time we said goodbye?

Do you remember my head over the side of the bed as I sucked your balls into my mouth...

Making me scream until the other guests were undoubtedly happy when we checked out...

And now, on your birthday, I especially think of you, and the spankings I owe you for every year I've recently missed.

--
~Storm

Triumvirate...

I have been spending time this past month with my family and my own thoughts, since my mom died. Just taking time to sort of regroup.

Finn has been traveling but even when he got home I didn't see him or Jack.

This all changed the day of my mother's memorial service. It was a month after she passed, and the service was to celebrate her life. It was not a somber event, but a true celebration of the woman she was and will continue to be in our hearts.

I spent the few hours talking to old friends of hers and people I hadn't seen in years, and at one point, I looked up toward the door and in walked Finn, followed a few people behind by Jack.

My heart skipped when I saw them. Of course, I knew they would both be there, but actually seeing them for the first time in a month was something altogether ... better.

There was a delicious sauciness in keeping the dynamics of our relationship a secret from my family. Everyone knows about Finn, and everyone knows Jack and I have been friends for over ten years. But no one knows exactly how close the three of us are.

It was wonderful to see them. Each one came up and hugged me and while they are so dissimilar in most ways, the familiarity felt really good and my stomach did those little flip flops.

And it had nothing to do with nerves.

Oh but the ache, the ache was real.

I realized that while it was good to take time to myself, it was even better to see them both. To feel their muscles, smell their scent, the roughness of Jack's goatee against my cheek, Finn's long fingers entwined in my hair when he kissed me.

During the month I had little to no thoughts of sex at all and it worried me a little bit.

When would my drive come back?

Would it come back?

As Finn's fingers played with the back of my hair and Jack's hand on the small of my back, the answer was right there.

The only question was which one first?

Did I have to choose?

Happy Thanksgiving!

Not the kind of photo you were expecting is it?

It's been a long month and I realize I have been missing in action. And Finn has been in Toronto. He just got back last week, in time for my mom's memorial service. Today we are going to family's houses and will meet back at my house later.

I get him for dessert.

That is just one of the things I am thankful for today :-)

Thank you to Everyone...

Who sent me condolence emails or commented on this blog.

I am indeed, doing fine, thanks.

My mother had spelled out all her wishes very very clearly years ago.

When it came time to make the difficult decisions, they had essentially already been done.

So what we did, as a family, was honor her wishes and sit by her side.

And when the end came, it was peaceful and right, the way it should be.

I know it seems strange to say that someone's death was "right" but really, it was.

She was a vibrant, funny, beautiful woman and I am blessed to have had her as my mom.

The Reason Why...

Storm's mom passed away this afternoon at 4:30. She was in hospice care the past few months.

This is primarily why Storm has not been around as often lately.

I just thought I should say something.

And yes, I asked permission first.

:)

Sometimes Ya Gotta Scream...

I walk through the alley, the only sound a few cats screaming in the near non-existent moonlight and the clicking of my heels on the pavement.

Approaching Desi's "playspace" I take the key from my pocket and let myself in. I don't want to flip the breakers and put all the lights on, so I find a few strategically placed ceiling lamps to see if that will do.

Approaching the machine, the memory of the girl I had placed in it's clutches comes flooding back to me. Absently I run my fingers over the controls, down to the leather pads that held her legs as she arched her back and pushed her groin into the dildo that was endlessly fucking her at an inhuman speed and voracity.

Looking around, the butterflies in the pit of my stomach contrast between excitement and anxiety; so close but so separate. I know no one is coming to follow me. There's only one key and Desi loaned me the space for the whole day. Finn is back home and the girl is asleep in my bed.

As I drop my bag and it hits the concrete, the sound reverbs off the high ceilings of the warehouse space. Nervously I go back to the door to make sure the bolt is thrown. This is not the best neighborhood and midnight brings out the worst. Silently I'm giving thanks for steel doors, brick walls and no neighbors.

Walking back to the machine, I bend and open my bag, attaching my own components and adjusting the stroke. I know it will be difficult to get the spin and slant just right but that very fact makes it more delicious. I feel like a student, sneaking into school after hours to do something very wicked and the thought makes me smile as I shake off my clothes and climb onto the table.

Strapping my legs into the stirrups, and scooting my bottom down to the end of the table, I can feel my pussy opening and ready for the assault I know is coming. By myself I can only strap my legs and torso and ONE arm so I'll have to be disciplined and try not to move my other arm, opting instead to hold the hand of the arm rest.

Thankfully, every adjustment is operated hydraulically by remote and once I am bound to the table, I make the last adjustments, pour a generous stream of lube between my legs and push the button.

The machine churns to life and slowly the dildo I attached pushes between my sodden lips and sheaths itself inside me. Pushing the second button activates the vibrator that moves against my clit. The very last button is the timer. Once the timer is set there's no going back, no matter how much I want to. The machine will continue its assault for the prescribed time.

Yes, there's a panic button, but I don't want to use it unless I am losing consciousness...

Laying back, my legs spread wide and the machine's cock thrusting in and out of my pussy, I feel myself cumming within 30 or 40 seconds. I didn't count on that, I muse as I try and twist my clit away from the vibrator, to no avail.

Still, I did anticipate my body's reaction and the vibe soon moves away while the cock pistons back into my wet cunt with it's own velocity and fierceness. My arm muscles go taut as I pull on the handles, bucking against the impossible assault on my body. Just as I am getting accustomed to the fucking, the vibe comes back down on my clit.

The light shining down from the rafters feels like an interrogation; the machine the greedy inquisitor. My nipples tighten to steel-like strength and I begin moaning. Between orgasms, I try and make a mental note to bring Finn to watch next time. In my fantasies he is watching and as I cum for the 5th or 6th time, everyone is watching.

My back arches as my pussy devours the cock one last time before my body flushes again with my final orgasm and I cum, screaming to the rafters and praising the gods of mechanical sex...

For a full 20 minutes I lay there with the cock inside me and more than once I am tempted to start it up again, but by this time it's 1 AM and I know I must return the key.

Later, as I am again clicking my heels down the alley to the car, Finn calls to ask how it was.

"Great" I respond.

"Sometimes ya just gotta scream."

photo credit: fuckingmachines.com

Triggers...

Side by side, glued together by sweat, my arms cradle Finn's head as his cock grinds into me.

My one leg is straight, the other thrown over his hip, twisted into an erotic puzzle.

Slowly, slowly he grinds, his shaft grazing my clit.

I'm right on that edge, where it feels so good but soon will frustrate me.

Grabbing a chunk of hair, pulling him to me to kiss, biting at his bottom lip, thrusting against his hips.

There's a point you get to in any good relationship, even one based basically on fucking, where you know each other's triggers. You know how to get the other person ... off.

I need it, to free fall into the milky way, when your body takes over and you're both powerless and omnipotent...

Finn breaks free of my grip and brings his mouth to my breast, pulling the nipple and surrounding flesh into his warmth, suckling gently.

The rhythmic attenuation sends a shiver snaking down through my navel.

"Yes, that's it" I coax him as he moves on top of me, perfectly poised between my legs, and takes my other breast in his hand. He paws at it gently, grabbing the flesh and I watch as my nipple disappears again in his warm mouth.

It's all I need to bring me over the edge, but not all I want. I want him to continue, now I want to hold off, so he can. I start scratching at him and he smiles at me without breaking contact.

He stops moving his hips.

His tongue moves under my nipple, pulling forth imaginary milk.

I start squirming and dig my nails into his ass cheeks. He laughs at the urgency.

And there, with him on top of me, I grind and fuck him as we rock back and forth.

I cum with a blinding fury that leaves me pulsing. Everywhere.

I no longer smoke, but at this moment I would kill for a cigarette.

It's just an oral fixation...

So I do the next best thing.

Sex Blog Round-up!

It is definitely heart warming when you have been away for a bit and when you finally come back, someone, most notably Always Aroused Girl, includes you in this week's Sex Blog Roundup.

Thanks, AAG and welcome to new readers. I hope you enjoy our escapades!

Juicy...

I'm leaning against the entryway to Finn's bedroom, watching him.

My arms are crossed over my chest, my right hip and elbow propped against the frame.

He leans against the wall, the last remaining rays of sunlight bathing him in a glow that makes his skin look fiery. Maybe it is. I know mine is...

His hand slides down his naked torso and grabs his cock, jutting out from his hips, waiting for someone to touch it. He doesn't look at me, but he knows I am there.

As his fingers wrap around the shaft he groans and throws his head back, his long hair flipping back over his shoulders and off his face as he does.

I gasp at the absolute beauty of him. His long, lean frame, muscular arms, sinewy limbs that flex as he pulls on his cock.

He starts out slow. I move closer by a few steps, this time (feeling the sudden need to steady myself) holding onto the foot board.

Finn steals a glance at me and barely holds back a smile before looking back down at his cock.

I manage to stand quietly until the sound of his hand sliding the length of his shaft, mixed with the juice from the head of his cock all but brings me to my knees...

My nipples harden and I feel my face flush. Instinctively my mouth waters and I must have whimpered. He turns his head, looking through one chunk of hair filtering his violet/indigo glance and instantly I'm done.

I glide across the room and grab his sides, sliding down onto my knees, my nails raking across his thighs as I do.

Finn looks down at me, his hand gripping his cock. A stream of precum lands on my tongue as I give him my most innocent, good-girl smile.

Right before he grabs my hair and slides the juicy head into my mouth.

He Knows....

I have been busy with a project that needs to go live in a few weeks, so I am reposting something that actually sums up where I have been when I am NOT pitching this project...

Enjoy, and I will be back soon....

I went to the gym. I thought I could sweat it out, this need, this ache I have, but I couldn't. Two hours later, on the drive home, the windows were open and the night breeze blew over the back of my neck, damp from the shower I had just taken.

When I got home, I paced like a caged animal. Back and forth, back and forth.

Then I did it. I reached for the phone and called him. One of the two men in my life who can give me what I need when I am in this mood. One of the few men I can give myself over, to do with me as he wants, to bend to his will.

I don't truly sub to him; but I do bottom to him occasionally. When the need is so great it overtakes me and I can't do anything but pace. And think about him.

But I set the rules. Ok, I set the parameters. I tell him what I need and leave the rest to him. After all, as much as I'd like to "top from the bottom" I know he will not agree to that.

So I pick up the phone and dial his number, hoping he will answer. Scared he will answer.

My heart beats faster as I hear his voice on the other line.

I tell him what I need. He asks me some questions and whether he is coming to me or I am going to his house. I tell him to come to my house. I'm all alone for a couple of hours I assure him.

"Do you want it to hurt?" he asks gently.

"A little" I answer and he laughs and I envision his eyes crinkling and his head thrown back, getting a good chuckle out of my (presumed) timidity.

"I want you to make me cum until I beg you to stop. I want it to hurt but feel so good I don't want to stop you if I could." Here I pause. "I want to give up control of my body to you."

"Got it." he says and then tells me he will see me in 30 minutes.

45 minutes later I am on my back on the bed, naked and blindfolded. He bends my knees, and spreads my legs wide, tying my wrists to my ankles. I smile and make a comment and am immediately scolded and told that I need to be quiet or he will gag me.

He takes a cool cream and rubs it in between my lips, around my clit and down to my ass. He starts slowly with the vibrator, tickling the bead of my piercing and occasionally fucking me with the psychedelic phallic vibe. It's jelly and bends nicely and vibrates all the way up the shaft from the tip. My inner lips cling to it and he knows I want to close my legs around it.

"Keep you legs spread wide for me" he says and goes back to lightly tickling me with the vibe tip.

Then he stops and I hear him open a zippered bag and flipping my hood ring up, he attaches a suction to my clit and I feel it being pulled into the tube. It hurts and yet he knows I love it. I arch my back and moan. He jiggles the tube attached to my throbbing clit and I buck toward him trying to get him to fuck me again.

Instead he lays the vibe against the tube and the sensation travels like a current, down the plastic encasing my clit and into my body. It makes me shake and he knows I am going to cum. So he stops.

He loves to listen to my moans of defeat and I love to plead and protest. I want to say no and tell him how it hurts, and yet he knows I love it and just want more. He knows when to touch me and when to stop.

He knows, he knows, he knows.

And that's what makes it so perfect to let myself go. I trust myself in his hands.

Again he starts the vibration on the tube and my growing clit pulses against the edges. He slips the jelly cock into my soaked cunt and makes me cum, fucking me, jiggling the tube and vibrating it.

I have to breathe through my teeth as he takes the suction off and pulls the blindfold up and lets me marvel at my now prominent clit. It's swollen and puffy and ultra sensitive.

"Are we finished already?" I ask, trying to keep the disappointment from my voice.

"Oh no, darling..." he says, flashing me a wicked grin as he unzips his jeans.

"We're just getting started."

Pool Boy...

After a few days of battling the southern Florida waves caused by various hurricanes out in the Atlantic, I finally decide to give my boogie board a rest and stay home by myself and enjoy the tranquil waters of my friend's pool.

So there I am, laying on the most comfortable floating chaise in the world, eyes closed, hot sun beating down on me while the water keeps me cool and all of a sudden the dog barks, waking me from my dream state.

I shield my eyes from the sun and look across the yard to see a man standing there with his hands on his hips. He introduces himself as the "pool technician" and I laugh.

"You mean you're a pool boy?" I ask.

He shuffles his feet and I realize he is really just a boy. Maybe 20, possibly a year or two older but still quite young.

"Did I hurt your feelings?" I flip over onto my stomach with my hands under my chin.

He assures me I did not hurt his feelings and as I look at him I realize he is blushing. His head is down and his jet black hair falls over one eye. He looks at me through downcast eyes and shuffles again.

"Do you need to do pool things?" I ask him, amused.

"Yes, Ma'am, I do" he answers and a flutter starts in my stomach. A faint, yet familiar ache moves instantly toward my clit and as I spread my legs to allow water to wash up between my thighs, I catch him looking at me.

"Should I get out?" I ask, somewhat quietly now.

he tells me not yet, explaining that he will first check the filters, pumps, etc. and so I float around for a little while longer, sneaking glances at him as he takes off his shirt and tosses it on the chair.

The whole scene is amusing to me. It's so... cliche'... and yet, kind of fun at the same time. He has definitely piqued my interest, this boy with the long black hair.

And muscles. did I mention muscles? Not just abs, but those awesome forearms that are muscular and tan from working. I mention something to him about his arms and how I can imagine that he gets quite a workout.

Really. Stupid.

Now it's his turn to laugh, and he throws his head back, flashing perfect white teeth as he does.

Once he recovers, he looks at me with a raised eyebrow and says, quite sarcastically...

"Yeah it takes a strong man to sweep a pool, but hey, I am up to the challenge!"

And with that he flexes his muscles and we both laugh.

But he got those muscles somewhere. I surmise it is probably the fact that he is all of 22, although at the moment I think he might be a bit older, now that I have had a chance to look at him in full view. I can't help but glance at his crotch every now and then. I know at some point he'll catch me but I don't care. My nipples harden in the cool water as I watch him and as he walks back toward the pool, I slip off the world's most comfortable floating chaise in the world, and under the water.

Swimming the length of the pool underwater feels good and as I come up for air, he is standing there. As I reach for the side, my hand comes into contact with his bare foot.

"Are you coming out?" he asks quietly.

When he confirms that I should, he holds out his hand for me to take and for a split second I toy with the idea of pulling him into the water with me and this time he reads my mind.

Laughing, he gives me a warning as he lifts me out of the water. My nipples and clit swell together this time and just as I have my footing he lets me go and I fall back into the pool.

And take him with me.

It was his fault, I swear.

You know how some guys look just awesome when they are wet? Like Finn. Finn looks amazing when he walks out of the shower, aside from the cock swinging between his legs. Anyway, and then some other guys just look... wet.

This guy is definitely the former. He comes up out of the water and shakes his head and as I watch I'm wishing it was in slow motion as his hair flies across his face and he slicks it back with his hands.

We look at each other for a few seconds and smile.

Before he grabs me and pulls me under with him.