Not really. Actually, I’m on youtube. Ok. Just my boobs are on youtube. But thats close enough!
Update: So youtube dumped the video. But here it is again! Much thanks to Dacia.
I was Miss Lolita, Sir’s demo bottom for her piercing class last night, and Dacia took some photos and video.
Photos to follow this evening, when I’m back from Pleasure Salon!
Alternative Title: What I Did in D.C., part Two
The D.C. orgy started as a big camp cuddle reunion. Avah, Match, Desire and Prince and I all puppy piled on the bed as soon as we each arrived, and marveled at the mirror on the ceiling.
Two parts of this evening were particularly fun for me.
I got to play with the lovely Prince. Mmm. That boy is pretty.
At first, he an Desire were playing, and what a pretty picture the two of them made! She invited me to join her in blowing him, where I realized he had a cock piercing! I had never played with a boy who was pierced before. I was impressed, because he told us that he had done the piercing himself. Now that, my friends, takes balls. Its one thing to pierce your own ear. Its quite another to pierce your own cock. That’s hardcore.
Halfway through my turn blowing Prince, I stopped.
“Oh my god! You’re blow job number fifty!” I cried
Everyone laughed, whether at my timing, or my sluttacticness. You see, I had gone into sex camp having sucked a fair number of dicks. But between the Blowdown, and my own fun, I had left having, in my entire life, sucked a total of 49 dicks.
I had, since camp, not been with anyone new. I was wondering what I wanted to do with Blow Job Fifty. Should I save it for someone? Am I actually capable of NOT sucking a dick?
By the time I had gotten to D.C., I had forgotten all about it, until I had Prince’s dick in my mouth. Yum.
So, Blow Job Fifty was memorable. Even more so after the next few events.
You see, Desire and Prince hadn’t played since camp, and Desire though he needed to be punished for that. So we dragged him to his knees, and she flogged him with a small flogger. Then we realized there was a slapper in the other room. While she went to get the slapper, I put Prince over my knee’s to spank him. When she came back, there was more slapping from Desire. I moved out from under him, and took another turn.
While I was taking my turn working Prince over with the slapper, Desire decided he needed to keep his mouth busy. She beckoned one of the many men there over, grabbed Prince by the hair, and made him suck the other guy’s dick. It was pretty fucking hot.
I do love a man on his hands and knees, with a dick in his mouth.
Now, this is me we’re talking about. With his mouth full, and his ass in the air, I couldn’t resist the chance to play with his cute little butt! I checked to make sure it was ok, of course, and called for some gloves and some lube.
Marcus had black. latex. gloves. I LOVE black. latex. gloves. SO MUCH! Something about them makes me feel so sexy, especially when I’m donning them for anal play. I guess its a mini fetish. Especially when its really nice, smooth, shiny, untextured, non-powdered black. latex. gloves. Just touching and being touches with them is fun. Oooh, and having them in my mouth, when I’m getting fucked…..
But I digress.
I went very slowly on Prince, since I didn’t really know his level of experience. Sadly, not every man is able to take as much as Sebastian right away. *Sigh* There aren’t many men like Sebastian.
What was fun, was that the whole time I’m fingering his ass, Desire is still topping him too, spanking him, getting more cock for him to suck, and all.
But by the time I was working him with four fingers, he was well beyond the ability to suck a dick. He had slid from he knees, and was writhing way on the mattress and on my hand, moaning, and a good portion of the party going were around us, watching.
(Its a funny old thing, but I’ve noticed that as soon as I ask for gloves and lube, people start circling around to watch. This happened later on in the evening as well.)
Eventually, Prince needed to stop and take a breather. And I got to find out that a well placed piercing makes me girly bits very very happy, especially that crazy ‘g-spot’ we have.
The other fun orgy moment was with Avah.
I like to finger Avah. Seriously. She and I don’t play on our own, ever, because we’re more friends than lovers, but when we do play, I love to finger her. She is, hands down, the most ridiculously responsive girl, ever.
When you hit her g-spot, you know it.
We somehow started playing, and after a few moment of learning that lube does not mix with chewed cuticles, called for more gloves.
Now at that point, I once again had an audience. Two girls were playing, and I called for gloves and lube. Apparently, this means something interesting is about to happen.
And how.
After quickly getting three fingers inside her, and her responding very enthusiastically, I asked if she wanted more. She said yes. Actually, she practically growled at me. In went four, and she was going crazy. There were a circle of men watching.
Then we got to the really fun part. I asked if she wanted the thumb and then some.
There was another enthusiastic yes, and a call for more lube.
In went the thumb.
In went the base of my hand.
And then, just a bit more, and I was in to my wrist.
Sweet.
I started to move around experimentally, the way Felice had taught in her fisting class at Sex Camp.
There were many good, loud, reactions.
Soon, Avah asked me to twist my hand, moving it from horizontal, to a vertical position. We found that rocking it gently back and forth in that direction was the best, most intense way to hit her g-spot.
Oh. My. God. At that point, I had rather lost track of her orgasms, but I could feel more coming. As she mentioned in her orgasm users guide post, she clamps down and clenches when she’s about to come.
Let me tell you, Avah has got some STRONG vaginal muscles. I’ve had my hands in assholes that haven’t clamped down as much as her. Its like a vice grip. At that point, if she decided to roll over, she would have broken my wrist.
But I think that’s kind of hot.
After about five or ten minutes of the rolling clamps though, my hand *hurt*. Really. I told her I needed to stop, and at that point, she was pretty done in as well. I slid out, and washed up and came back to clean her up as well, and do cuddly proper after care.
Poor thing though, almost right afterwards, Marcus wanted to try too.
His hands are much bigger than mine. But Avah didn’t seem to mind. Heh.
So yeah, I see lots of posts on HNT (Half Naked Thursday). But you know what? I don’t need it Thursday. I need it Wednesday. Hump Day. The most craptastic day of the week.
So, now Wednesdays are picture days here at Heart Full of Black.
Every Wednesday a picture of someone, most likely someone I would like to hump. Oh god yes. And I’ve got quiet a collection of photos. Naked. Dressed. Famous. Porn. Not Porn. Gay. Straight. Some will be art. Some might be *gasp* fanart! Be ready.
Now, I don’t remember where most of these pics came from. If they’re yours, or of you, just let me know, and they’ll come right down.
This week, we’ll start with my boyfriend. No, not Mika. My other boyfriend. (Lily, I think you’ll like this one.)
Oh yeah baby. Jonathan Rhys Meyers.
Appearing next in my pants.
There’s a rather striking physical similarity in the type of men I like, even in the facial features.
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Masturbation on a Memory
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Reality Check: Handling Long Calls
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A Non-Monogamy Lexicon
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Bad Girl
The Driving Lesson
The First Date part one
Flirt
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Night Call
Over the tub
Saturday night special
Sweet Dreams
Sex Advice
Bringing It Up Gracefully
I Don’t Need Porn, I Get Real Sex!
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Double Dip Part 2
I don’t chase
Ideas of my own.
My Reformatory Birching
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Sex Poetry
Tulips… His lips… Her lips…
Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Me and My Vagina
Oh..oh…oh! My orgasm- A User’s Guide.
On Self Image and Confidence
An orgasm faker wannabe
Relationship Rules
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Happy Thanksgiving!
As I drifted asleep late Wednesday night, excited for camp and the coming days, I thought of what I had done and what I needed to do to get ready for camp.
Earlier that week, I had brought two of my bags to Jefferson’s, and put them in the car. One had my duvet and a pillow, and the other had all sorts of food stuffs, tea, paper towels, and things of that sort. Stuff that, by the end of camp, would be gone.
I still had to pack a few more things in my big polka dotted suitcase, those last minute things you can’t pack ahead of time. Toothbrush, comb, hair stuff, medicine, contacts, and other incidentals. But for the most part, I was ready.
My toy bag lay empty on my suitcase – I could pack that when I woke up in the morning. I was simply too tired now, as it was about three am, and I needed to sleep. Thursday, though not a camp day, was still going to be full.
I had planned to wake up at 10. I was going to shower, shave, and pack. I was going to clean the kitchen and finish cleaning the bathroom, so I wouldn’t have to worry about that before camp. Take out the trash and the recycling. Get my bags together. Get some rest, before hauling all my stuff to NYC.
Jefferson’s party had been switched from its usual day to Thursday, which worked out nicely. I had already been planning to try and stay with Callie that night, since she lives very close to Jefferson, and I would be able to walk over with my stuff in the morning. But since the situation had changed, and Jefferson was able to have the party that night, I was able to stay over with him, and leave in the morning.
Franklin was coming to this party, and we decided to meet for dinner beforehand.
All this was flowing through my dreams, along with the back round noise of “CAMP CAMP CAMP CAMP CAMP CAMP CAMP!” as I slept.
I felt like I had just drifted off, when I heard my phone make text message noises that dragged me out of my dreams.
It was 7:45 am.
“Hey, I’m gonna be in your area around 10:30…are you close to ____? – Sebastian”
Ah, Sebastian. The only person who could get away with waking me up that early.
And, he had accurately remembered that I live semi close to _____.
I texted him back “Yeah…”
“Want me to come by? ;-)”
Yes. No. I wanted to sleep. But how could I resist him? Ya’ll know I can’t.
“Sure! Call me when you land, and we’ll figure out how to get you here.”
Ah, who really needs that much sleep? That was at 8:05. I figured, I could cram in another hour or so, and shower and shave while he was on his way. (Thus, I began a long weekend of sleeplessness. No wonder I got sick once I got home)
He called when he touched down, which started off a ‘what bus goes where’ game to figure out how to get him here. You see, there are several bus’s that run from that place through my neighborhood, but I don’t know their numbers. I just know ‘oh, this bus at that corner goes here, and that other bus on this street gets me to the post office, and this one gets me to the gym’.
Along with getting him here, I offered to cook. It’s the Italian in me. He’d been on a plane all morning, how could I not offer to make a little snack?
After a flurry of calls and conversations with bus drivers, he arrived at my apartment with more bags than I’d ever seen one man carry. Granted, he’d been away for several weeks, but lordy, I thought boys traveled light! (For camp, Jefferson packed one bag, in the morning. I think he packed like, three shirts, a pair of jeans, his daisy dukes and his boots. Of course, he did forget his towel. What kind of Frood forgets their towel? )
Sebastian and I ate burgers and Annie’s Mac and Cheese while he told me about his adventures, and I told him about going to camp.
He got so excited when I told him Tristan Taromino was going to be there. He thinks she’d really like him.
Maybe next year, we can get Sebastian to go to camp. I’m sure I could set up a nice anal gang bang for him. There are probably plenty other girls besides me and Betty who go to camp who like to fuck the hell out of pretty boys.
After we ate, we headed to my room for some digestion, smokes, and hot sex.
Now, despite the rampant anal eroticism of our relationship, we actually tended to be very vanilla in bed. While I’m not a 24/7 kinkster, I’ve noticed that quite a bit of my sex tends to be a little kinky. But with Sebastian, it was either fairly vanilla (which doesn’t mean it isn’t always hot. It was. Just minus the slapping, punching, being tossed around growly male stuff I generally like. The dirty talking and hard fucking is all there, but I still haven’t gotten him to hit me or anything) or I take the slightly more aggressive role.
I didn’t believe Lily when she told me he could get all aggressive and dominant. (After camp, I found out how delightfully aggressive he can be. That story is coming soon…once I stop vigorously masturbating every time I think about it) In fact, Bastian had mentioned to me on several occasions that he thought it would be hot if *I* were more dominant with him. This came right about when I started to feel the more dominant part of me (re)surfacing, and I’d been thinking about it for weeks. My new fantasy involved dragging Sebastian to his knees, getting him to suck my cock, and fucking him on Jefferson’s balcony. (Why the balcony, I have no idea. I don’t control most of this stuff. It just appears in my mind. ). Between that, and my mind state before camp, which was also turning rather aggressive and toppy, Sebastian was in for quite an unusual amount of aggression from me this day.
The two of us hadn’t played in ages, so there were few pleasantries before we were naked on the bed, my fingers buried deep in his ass, stretching and preparing him for the massive red toy he had pulled out of his suitcase. (He’s a boy after my own heart. I don’t think I could travel anywhere, other than my parent’s house, for an extended period of time, with out my toys.)
I sat between his knees, fucking him as he directed me. Take it out. Shove it back in. Rip it out. Shove it back in. And when I say ‘shove’ and ‘rip’ that’s what I mean, and that’s what I do. I’ve torn that toy out of his ass and pounded it back into him at his direction.
“Yeah, you like that darlin’? You like me fucking your ass like that?”
”Oh yeah. Fuck me! Fuck that ass hard. Faster. Fuck me faster! Talk to me, tell me how you love to fuck my ass…”
At that, something came over me. It was almost as if there was a barrier between ‘Ms Wendy, the dom’ and ‘Wendy, the submissive’ that broke, or meshed, or something. He was begging, and he was ordering, and my instinct to both is too respond.
In one fluid motion, I moved from sitting between his knees, to kneeling above him. He lifted his legs in the air to give me better access and more room, and with one hand still fucking him, I grabbed his ankles with the other, bending him back, nearly in half, with his ass completely up off the bed. He had just enough room to work his cock, and I had a much more fun and interested angle with which to fuck him.
And with that change of position, came a change in attitude. He stopped instructing me, and became lost in the moment, and started begging me to keep going, fuck him harder, fuck him more, don’t stop, keep going, oh god Wendy fuck me, fuck me, fuck me Wendy!
(I love when he says my name when I’m fucking him. It’s uncommon, because neither of us really use the others name. When he’s fucking me, I call him baby, or, I refer to him as ‘Yousonovabitch’, usually when yelling at him to fuck me harder. As in ‘Fuck me harder, I know you can fuck harder than that, come on Yousonovabitch, come on, fuck me baby, FUCK ME!” When I whimper his name, well, then you know things are fucking gravy. Good god. Just like when he calls me by name. I know something good’s going on.)
I was working the cock as hard as I could, one knee keeping him propped up in the air, left hand pinning his legs against the wall, and fucking fucking fucking as hard and fast as I could, slamming the toy all the way in, with the flat of my hand, and grabbing it back out, almost all of the way, before it went back on in.
And he looked glorious, lost in the moment, the most wanton I’d ever seen him under me, with his lithe legs framing his face, eyes closed in concentration as he groaned, panted, worked his cock in time with my thrusts, and when he came, his eyes popped open, and locked with mine. I smiled.
And I realized, this is what I’d been wanting the past few weeks. Someone under me, to push to the edge, and the control, along with the desire to hit, to hurt, to fuck, to please. It was heady. I could get used to that.
He was dead to the world before we had even cleaned up, and it was one of the few times when he was comfortable letting me cuddle up with him. Sebastian, while sweet and awesome and hot and all that, is not much of a cuddler, and I am. I like physical contact with people, especially after something that intense. Him, not so much.
But poor Sebastian, between his flight, and the hard fucking, he was out like a light. Neither of us had anything to do till later on in the day, so we both dozed on and off for the rest of the morning.
It was a most wonderful start to such a great weekend. :)
