May 282009

I’m sitting at my desk right, I’m at work.

For some reason inspiration struck and my creative and perverted mind has been spinning the scenarios of upcoming parts to my latest erotica series……I’ve been trying to concentrate on work for the past 3 hours but sex keeps pushing it’s way in like a neon sign.

And so my cunt has been on a slow simmer until I started writing at 4pm, when a good portion of the office leaves for the day. Work for 5 minutes. Write for 5 minutes. Sit there in a seeming fugue while my mind is stuck on what it would feel like to have my fingers inside her right now and her nipple trapped between my teeth.

It’s now 4:20. 90% of the office is gone by 4:30, well more like 4:25 because these fuckers sneak out early. I am waiting impatiently and checking my little sideview mirror as I wait for the people in my row to leave.

It’s 4:28. All but two others now in my row are gone. This one guy, I can’t stand him, he has his afternoon snack at 4:30 and so he’s up and down from his seat about a million times. It’s hard to get anything naughty done when I have to keep alt-tabbing. Ok, he’s gone for a minute….and I’m getting my bullet vibe out. I pondered going to the restroom but the cleaning crew starts before we’re all gone, so it’s not possible.

Fuck it. I’m just going to unzip right here at my desk.

Bullet in. Bullet on. High. Immediately I feel the tightening in my chest of extreme arousal and the utter dire need to come. I’ll just get myself close and then finish off in the car.

4:40. I keep squirming and pressing my thighs together and finding a new short-lived spot that presses the bullet into my clit. Short-lived because I’m soaking wet and it’s slippery down there. I’m pretending to work and also alt-tabbing back to my “secret internet window” to write smut.

4:50 now. I wonder if I can sneak out early. Actually…..I wonder if I can just do it right here at my desk once that idiot leaves. I’m gonna try. I have to.

Christ. I am about 9.5 on the O-scale and it’s delicious fucking torture.

Jesus christ would he just LEAVE already????

4:58. Come ON dickhead just leave, for the love of pete I fucking need to come!

Ok, he’s gone. My work tote is up on my desk, blocking most of the view of where my left hand is. I have my jeans unzipped and my hand shoved down my panties, grinding that bullet against my clit. I am silently begging my body to just let go, release, go over the edge already.


I could just cry the need is so bad.

Oh fuck. Finally.


Damn that was a strong orgasm, and my batteries were half dead! When the orgasm finally kicked over the edge and the fluttering at my eyelids started, I tried like hell to keep my eyes open, but one lid betrayed and fluttered/winked a few times and then the wave crashed and I tried to be silent I tried to be inconspicuous but instead I bowed my head a little and jerked subtly and moaned at just above a whisper and my cunt contracted and spasmed so strong I nearly cried. Wow.

Bullet off…..back in my bag….zip up my pants (please don’t let anybody walk by right now)….my few minutes of recovery are good enough, I’m gone baby.

{Edit: I walked out of there with a smile on my face and feeling at peace. The girl I lust for happened to leave at the same time so I stopped and said a quick hello to someone else…..I just didn’t have the bravery for small talk in a small elevator when I know damn well I’m a little flushed and my fingers smell like pussy.}

{Edit 2: My need to pleasure a woman right now is at maximum. At this point I don’t fucking care if she doesn’t reciprocate, I’ll just hump my Hitachi while I fuck her senseless with my fingers and mouth. What the FUCK do I have to do to get myself a female, a naked horny hot female??? I suspect this question is asked daily by men around the world.}

May 172009

I had been eying her up for weeks, this enigma. Reasonably confident exterior, with a shy and easily embarrassed girl peeking out sometimes. I had witnessed the duality enough to know I could fuck with her. Sarah. Thin, pretty in a different sort of way and very attractive, C-cup tits, long straight light brown hair. A little younger than me but not by much.

After more than a month of laying the groundwork and getting things to a flirtatious and covertly dirty stage, I taught her how to communicate via email without risk of our naughty words being read.

I confessed a few things to her, one of them being my relationship with R and what we did. Her response was positive and then I laid out one more bombshell – that he wanted me to find a submissive girl to play with in the same manner. What a delicious and dangerous twist it would be to do this with a girl in my office….

I asked her, outright, if she considered herself submissive. She answered that she didn’t really know, as she had no experience in it – but the erotic stories she’s read online gave her a taste and at least knew that she wasn’t dominant.

Obviously I had to tread carefully; I could deal with that. I sent her off this email:

“Hypothetically speaking – what if, right now, I told you to go to the restroom and remove your panties? Would you do it? And what if, when you exited your stall, you found me standing there waiting for you to hand them to me? Would you do that? Would it make you blush? And then… what if… you stood over the sink washing your hands, I slid my hand up your skirt to your bare ass and down the crack and slipped my fingers quickly into your sticky wet cunt? Would you fight me? Or would you like it?”

A hypothetical situation, a little bit of control by me and a little bit of dominance. To be honest the short paragraph made me instantly wet. But I had to ignore the throbbing. The moment I hit ‘send’ I got up and walked down my cube row, over to her aisle and then I stood there quietly as she read my words. So engrossed that she didn’t see me there right away. I watched her lips part and her face flush to pink. A good sign. As she looked up and noticed me, she blushed a furious red throughout her face and chest.

“Oh I can wait, don’t let me interrupt you, go ahead and finish off your email there” I said nonchalantly as if I were there to just ask her a silly work question. But the hard look on my face told her that she best not argue with me, she should indeed answer that email.

She typed away for a minute, casting quick sidelong glances at me as she did so. When she finished I kept up the ruse and asked her a silly work question. I walked back to my desk and went straight for the email.

“Would I do it? Yes.

Would I hand them over? I hesitantly say Yes.

Would I fight you? The shock of it would take me by surprise and the fact that someone could walk in at any second would cause me to fight it at first. Would I like it? Again, a hesitant ‘yes’. Even as you are standing over me right now trying to embarrass me, I know deep down I’d like it no matter how it appeared on the outside.”


Just the answers I wanted to hear.

{Thank you Muse Mina, you were a big help and a good bit of inspiration for this piece}

May 122009

Back in the old office, I was taking risks. Masturbating at my desk, even while I felt 95% safe doing so, was still a risk. Someone could by chance hear the vibrator, or take note of my flushed skin and lack of focus on work – or worse yet, as I got more daring towards the end, walk around behind my desk as I was on the floor. Perhaps my feeling safe was just being cocky.

I had assumed that, given the layout of the new office, I would not at all be able to continue my ways, especially playing with Q online. The inability to easily carry on a mostly-uninterrupted conversation is gone now; my movements have to be controlled and my poker face has to be in top game. And, given that I need pressure on my clit in order to come…..well, how could I do that at my desk here??

Last week he and I finally succumbed to it all and for the first time in many weeks, he had his (virtual) way with me. Twice.

I realized that even though there are more people, and closer, the office is noisier. The bullet vibe sound was masked perfectly. (as an aside, I am now using another bullet, more similar to my beloved original Silver Bullet)

And….before, the restroom was small….4 stalls. Any sound of the vibrator was frighteningly loud in there. But here, the restrooms are much bigger and I was able to find a way to quietly use the bullet vibe while in a stall. There were a few moments of loudness, as the internal vibrating bit went off balance and hit upon some hard internal surface, but I was able to orgasm. I waited until I thought everyone had left, for the first round, and was successful.

Of course, you know what that foreshadowing means.

I wasn’t so successful the second time.

The second time took me longer, there were more people in there, etc etc. As I felt myself nearing, I was not caring if someone was still in there. I did try to wait, and I thought I had heard the door close, with no other sounds of occupation.

In the words of the great Ron White….

I was wrong.

As my climax subsided and I moved the bullet away from my clit, I had this feeling I should have turned it off first before moving it, and I was right. A few short loud bursts in the silence of the bathroom and I wondered “What if I was wrong about it being empty?” Oh well, too late, deep breath. I wiped away the excess wetness from my cunt (for my panties already had a large soaked patch in them, I didn’t need it to be worse)  and snapped a few requested photos for him, I exited the stall, headed to the sinks and….there was a closed stall door a few down from me.


Whoever it was had to have heard me at some point. I had also been in that stall for quite some time, relatively speaking.

I kept my back to the stall doors, washed my hands in a hurry and quickly but controlled I left the restroom and made a beeline for my desk. I don’t know who it was – in the current office there are over 300 people on my floor, chances are it wasn’t anyone who knows me.

But still.

I was embarrassed and yet thrilled, scared and yet even more aroused.

Playtime is now a lot more dangerous, that is for sure. But neither he nor I care, really.

May 092009


Half of my request is pervy, and half is coming from a genuine learning itch. I know that my orgasms and methods are different from yours, but I want to know – and share.

You can be totally anonymous and I won’t say who it is. I’ll just post your photo and your words. Or if you’re brave, write a post similar to mine and include pictures if you dare. I’ll link to it.

Send me whatever you dare but remember….my birthday is coming up, so make it good ;) What better gift than educational porn could I receive??? Ok well I could have the female in question live and in person but hey…..I know my limits here. Sadly.But ya know…..a private video would be a great gift. Just sayin. =D

By the end of the month I want to have a post or two sharing your stories and photos with my readers. So, show me yours. Pretty please? :)

May 072009

Pictures of Lily made my life so wonderful
Pictures of Lily helped me sleep at night

For me and Lily are together in my dreams
And I ask you, “Hey mister, have you ever seen”
“Pictures of Lily?”

~The Who, “Pictures of Lily”

How could I resist using this song title for a post about, and containing photos of, my cunt? Especially since the song is about masturbation in a roundabout way and a “picture of lily” is well…..yeah. you get it. I don’t need to explain all the points, right? You’re smart people.

Lilly / Lily


for Rated X, click through

Now, where were we? Ah yes. You know how I do it. But now….it is time for me to attempt to explain the wordless, to put text to something I feel and see. See? yeah…you’ll understand it soon.

Let us use the scale of 1 to 10, 1 being the lowest. I rarely start out at a level of 1, unless I am idly playing with my cunt as I am reading mild erotica. Using my fingers only, it is a slow climb up the rungs….achingly slow.

At 2, I’m getting wet…spreading the silkiness around…

At 3 my clit is solid…

At 4 my middle finger right hand is pressing and circling and rubbing my clit. At 4 I am moderately wet. At 4 I am fully aroused and will find it quite difficult to stop the boat there.

At this point I employ toys. If this is a clitoral-only session, then a vibrator is on the menu. In some regards I am more male than female; masturbation seems to be one of those areas. I am not like the porn actresses…..I do not spend time languidly touching my body. My goal is to get off and if I want to prolong the experience then I go for more orgasms. The only time I prolong the ride to orgasm is when my body is being uncooperative or I have to keep stopping (such as being at work). As I touch the vibrator to my clit, we shoot up the scale.



7 ……are all rushing by. I tense my muscles, almost…..pulling them inwards, sort of. My lower abs, back, ass, thighs, PC muscles…I am tense and writhing and working for my orgasm. I continue my pattern of pressure and tight circles around my clit.

8….my breathing is quicker my heart rate increased and my chest feels a little tight. My pelvis is moving of its own accord.

….9, here we go, we’re almost there. I know when 9 has hit and I know that 10 is just around the bend and no matter what I am NOT stopping now…..I can feel my body getting warm. My face and chest. If the ride up the scale was prolonged than you can bet that my chest and neck are splotchy and red like I had an allergic reaction, almost.

Aannnnddd 10.


10 means the tingles and bubbles hit (think of the effervescence of a carbonated beverage). They began forming in my cunt and the first step of orgasm is that the tingles spread throughout my body. Down my legs, up my belly and my chest and my face and then my eyes….yes, my eyes. There is concentrated tingling behind my eyes and I usually cannot keep them open during that long second. And then….

one beat…..calm before the storm….

and the tingles all rush back to my cunt in a fury and my whole cunt from asshole to clit is contracting and pulsing and the pleasure is intense.

The intensity varies, it is increased three-fold if I employed a dildo and ten-fold if I am using the Pure Wand. The orgasms with the Pure Wand can sometimes actually cause me chest pain, they are so intense, partially because I am bearing down so hard because it is with the Pure Wand that I have the opportunity for squirting. I have the ability to remain silent when I need to, but I prefer being able to be free. I am not a “screamer” but I can get very vocal.

I generally stop all movement when the pulsing starts, but I leave the vibrator on my clit until the biggest quakes pass. I lay there to catch my breath and let my heart stop pounding. The little aftershock mini-quakes make my cunt twitch. I once had a guy tell me he could feel it – right after orgasm he was on his back and I on my side, I curled into him…head on his chest and my legs wrapped around his thigh, my cunt was pressing to his hip.

If I had been using the Pure Wand, I don’t usually let up on my g-spot and I give my clit only a mere moments rest. I can go again and again; within minutes the next orgasm comes rolling in.

What does it feel like with the g-spot stimulation added in? Levels 6, 7, 8 go by so fast they’re not even acknowledged. The g-spot stimulation intensifies the clit stimulation and vice versa. I know I have the g-spot right when I get the “gotta pee, maybe” feeling but its not bad, it’s….good. It’s the mecca of pleasure. And when I come it is as one thing, it is neither a g-spot orgasm nor a clit orgasm it is…..a full cunt orgasm.

Sometimes my g-spot is my happy spot and after an intense session I will lay there in exhaustion and I giggle.

I am glowing, I am flushed, I am spent….and I am giggling and I am just thrilled with the world at that moment.


Until I discovered vibrations on my clit, I did orgasm from sex – but it was a g-spot orgasm, this I know now. And with a g-spot orgasm, for me, there are none of the telltale signs at level 9, there are no contractions of my cunt. So as you can imagine when I first experienced that type of orgasm I was enthralled. I actually got out my digital camera and took a close-up video so that I could watch what I was feeling. The female orgasm, watching the moment of orgasm and all that is happening……I am entranced and intrigued by it. When I watch porn it is that shot that I want to see. It is rare. Even just the sort that is a solo woman masturbating (which I love) they tend to focus the camera on her face. This is fine and beautiful but it’s not the best view, in my opinion.  This is probably why the highlight of all my experiences with other women was the time I photographed and video’d a friend while she masturbated.

May 042009




I have reviewed a lot of sex toys, and if you’re a loyal reader I think you know by now what it takes to get me off. Of course, getting off goes beyond toys and you know that aspect too. But what you don’t know… how. How I get off.

Since May is National Masturbation Month, there is no better time to talk about it. While every girl jerks off a little bit differently, today you get a sneak peak into the mechanics of my masturbation.

Sometimes I have a goal – to squirt, to come many times, to simply try out a new toy.

Sometimes I start from a bare simmer, and sometimes I wait until I’m a squirming mass of arousal – my cunt and clit already engorged and achy and slippery.

One thing that I really don’t ever do is finger-fuck my cunt. My arms are short and it’s just not comfortable for me. 50% of the time, when I masturbate, it is clitoral stimulation only. It was more frequent before my recent toys but now I have a few wonderful items that fill and stretch me or manipulate my g-spot in an irresistible way. And there are indeed times now where my orgasm is elusive until I hit the proverbial big red panic button that is my g-spot. When done correctly, it is like my g-spot and my clit are inextricably linked together – one fuels the other until the orgasm crashes and I really don’t know where it’s coming from.

Back up.

Clitoral-only orgasm. These are good, they are great even. These were my only method for some time  – back when I was using only found objects such as the battery-operated toothbrush. My fingers? Meh. I’ve orgasmed from merely fingers very few times in comparison. I have gotten to the edge many times, but usually not over. It is, indeed, frustrating.

My clit is picky. There is one spot – THE SPOT – and that is on my right-hand side of it. Vibrations are necessary –  but equally necessary is combining the vibration with pressure. Rubbing and pressing the vibrator hard against myself. Sometimes an up and down motion. My favorite and most delicious, achieved best with smaller vibes that have a pin-point of stimulation, is a tight circle around my clit. But the pressure, oh the pressure is needed. Because of my anatomy – my very full lips – my clitoris remains somewhat hidden. The pressure ensures pleasure is received not just at the tip but the shaft that is hidden inside my body. Also because of my anatomy, my tried-and-true methods include my fingers spreading my lips wide open and taut. My clitoris exposed as much as possible. In longer sessions lasting more than 30 minutes my pussy lips will actually get sore and a little bruised. It is generally a requirement for orgasm to do these things but sometimes, like at work, when I can’t do it I have managed. Likely though I find a way to at least provide the pin-pointed pressure which sends me crashing.

Yes that pressure is necessary and sometimes it is more than most people would think a woman could tolerate. Certainly all of my partners have to be egged and coaxed to be as firm as I need.

The mental aspect….I think it is safe to say that I am different. Sometimes I will be watching porn while I jerk off but that’s actually rare. Before? yes. Before I will watch or I will be reading blogs or looking at photos and I will let myself get to the point of wet cunt, engorged and aching clit, fully aroused. But during? Let us assume I am not in the unusual situation of being at work and let us assume I am alone or at home and perhaps alone. Once I have brought out the toys and I am working towards the end goal, I do not fantasize. In fact my mind does not settle anywhere. I might have images flitting through my imagination, words, shadows of thoughts……. but it is much like well…..a cacophony of images and sounds, a little bit like the Lost brainwashing video but not extreme and not as random. It’s just how my ADD-brain works. I am concentrating on the orgasm; I can’t also concentrate on my thoughts and direct them to fantasy.



I’m not done

We don’t end here

You want to know more….right?

I think the men would appreciate a verbal anatomy of a female orgasm….wouldn’t you, guys? A description of the sensations and well….I think you might appreciate the photos that are coming up.