College Diary- 2nd entry

Morgan said she liked my vibrator so much she went out and bought one just like it. I thought that was a little weird bc she has three already. But then again, I guess it’s kind of weird to have three vibrators.

Anyway, I have been trying to suggest different things with Conner to try to make it better for me. He was into it at first, about me making suggestions. He called me his little sex kitten. I suggested we try it in front of the window or something. Just something to spice it up, ya know. He liked that one. And it was exciting for me. His apartment is on the third floor. No one from the street saw us but I saw this guy watching from his apartment across the street. And he started playing with himself. I know it sounds gross, but that kind of turned me on. I liked that someone was watching me be fucked and enjoying it. But honestly, the sex itself wasn’t much better. Maybe even worse. Getting it from behind while almost standing up (to give a full frontal view of my tits to the neighbors, Conner said) takes away some of the length of his cock that can be inside me. And he doesn’t have much length. It’s kind of a challenge keeping it in. Which is a turn off for me. But I kind of rubbed my clit at the same time and that helped me come. And Conner loved that I rubbed my clit. And that guy across the street did, too.

So then I suggested we buy a vibrator together which was good and bad for Conner. He loved going to the sex shop with me. He almost did me right there in the place. He told me there are some places that have rooms in the back that you can rent for an hour. But this place we went to wasn’t like that. They just had merchandise. I even saw a couple of new vibrators that I wanted to try out by myself. I didn’t tell Conner that, though. I feel bad enough as it is.

We were using the vibrator for a few days and it seemed to be going well. I mean, I was loving it. Even if he fumbles around, he can’t mess up to bad since it’s a vibrator.

But I guess I was liking things a little too much. Or he noticed that I can come pretty hard now with the vibrator. I don’t know. I just know that he got mad one time during sex and then couldn’t keep it up. He got REALLY angry then and told me to get out. I was shocked. I almost broke up with him over that. He didn’t call me names or anything. But he did kick me out. That’s a pretty sucky thing to do in my opinion. I calmed down as I walked home, though. He can’t help it that he has a small penis. That’s not something he could choose. And he probably realized that I had used a vibrator before because of the way that I was getting into it. And then that made him get soft. After I thought about it, I felt really bad.

And then Morgan started laughing so hard when I told her about it. I mean really hard. I tried to explain to her that he can’t help it but she wouldn’t listen. She kept teasing me about his size with her pinky finger. And then she did it right after I came out of the bathroom after “rubbing one out” (I’m telling you—I am totally a guy!) which made me all embarrassed because I had just come and then she was making that joke so I figured she must know what I have been doing in the bathroom all these times. I started yelling at her. Telling her shut up which only egged her on, I guess. But she just wouldn’t let up. And then I yelled for her to shut the fuck up and she got all mad and said that I couldn’t take a joke and stormed out. I was already asleep when she came home hours later. That was two days ago and we still haven’t spoken to each other. I kind of sucks. I miss her. She’s my best friend, after all. But I think she should apologize. I mean even Conner did. If he can apologize to me, then so can she.

Class is about to start and I think the guy sitting behind me might be reading over my shoulder so I should go.

Thanks for reading!

College Diary-1st entry

         So I don’t really know if I should really be doing this. But I type so much faster than I write. And I always have my tablet or my laptop with me. So I might as well type my journal instead of hand write it. Who hand writes things anymore these days, anyway? It’s like caligraphy- this special skill. Only the poor kids w/out a laptop in class can write for any long length of time. I probably couldn’t write for very long if I tried. My hand would cramp up like it did in the SATs.
         But the real question is whether I should really be making this an online journal. I have it set to private, but you never know. Everything can be hacked.

What I wanted to write about was that I feel guilty about masturbating when I have a boyfriend. Maybe I should ask a sex blogger about this or something. But do it as anonymous. But the point is, I went out and bought this vibrator. It was a dare from my roommate. She said they are amazing but that I would never know since I had a boyfriend and was probably too prude to ever own one until I was forty anyway. It was the prude comment that got me. Just because we always have sex at my boyfriend’s apartment and she never sees it doesn’t make me a prude. She joked a few weeks ago that IF we did it, we probably only did it missionary style. I told her that wasn’t true, that we did it in lots of positions. And that Conner really loved to have me on top the most (I have big breasts). She didn’t believe me.

But anyway, I bought the vibrator to prove her wrong so that maybe she would stop giving me such a hard time. I’M the one with a boyfriend after all. She wouldn’t even need a vibrator is she had a boyfriend!

I started using it during a break in studying last week. Morgan was at the library and I was studying for my first test in my 19th century English Lit class but my head was full and I needed a break. I didn’t want to get sucked into tv bc then I would never get any studying done. That’s when I thought of the vibrator. I took it out of its box and locked the door to my dorm room. Morgan was just going to have to search for her keys if she came home.

I got undressed and turned the vibrator on. The thing was so weird. And cold. I wasn’t used to that.

Then I kind of laid it between my legs and that felt good. Then I put it inside of me and that felt weird so I took it out. But apparently my body liked it bc it was all wet when I took it out. I laid it back on top. I guess that is where the clitoris is but I don’t really know.

Or I didn’t. I kind of do now. I still haven’t seen it. And I can’t bring myself to get a mirror and be all vaginal monologues about finding it. But I seem to like it the best when the vibrator is touching me up top above my, ya know, hole, I guess.

It really didn’t take long—only about five minutes of it just laying there on top of my invisible clitoris for me to come. And boy did I. I can’t believe I actually thought I was having orgasms with Conner this whole time. Don’t get me wrong the sex feels good but not like this.

Anyway, I have been masturbating with the vibrator everyday for the last week. Even on days when Conner and I have sex at his apartment. Sometimes I have to sneak it into the bathroom with me and turn on the shower or sink so that Morgan won’t hear me. At least I think she doesn’t hear me. I try to be pretty quiet about it when I do it.

And now I have gotten pretty fast about it, too. I am like those jokes they make about old guys coming really fast-though that really applies to young guys, too, bc Conner has never held it longer than 20 minutes. And that was with him really concentrating. Maybe he was thinking of dead kittens or something to not come. Because if sex with me for him is like the magical vibrator is for me, then yeah, I would have to think of dead kittens or global warming or something to make myself not have an orgasm. I can come in like 3 or 4 minutes now. I really am like a guy.

But what’s funny and kind of scary is that I had never masturbated before— never. I never touched myself or anything back at home. And I guess I still don’t. I just put the vibrator against my clitoris and then slide it up inside me a few times then back against my clit for awhile and bam, orgasm.

So, yeah, I really don’t know if I should be feeling guilty or not. Shouldn’t I only enjoy sex with my boyfriend? But then I think ‘women’s empowerment’ and all that and think that it’s okay that I play with myself.

I don’t know. Maybe I’ll try to make the sex with Conner better.

Okay, I have to go to class.

Pleasure Cruise Lines: Tally Part 3

"Now ladies, I present you with this toy.  Do with it what you will," Mark said as he ceremoniously presented it to Tally.

Tally took the huge dildo and stared at in awkward silence before Kylie rubbed her body against Tally's while taking the dildo from her with a gentle touch.  She put it down on the side coffee table and looked at the men expectantly with her arms delicately crossed.

After a beat, she explained.

"Gentlemen, while my body is primed for amazingly athletic sexual feats, I am afraid I will require all of you to move this large coffee table.  Heavy lifting is not very lady like, after all."

All three men chuckled and rose from their spots.  A moment later the space where the table had been between the men and the entertainment was empty.

Kylie took Tally's hand and pulled her to the ground with her.  Kylie then straddled Tally keeping her hand flush against Tally's warm and pale cheek.  She bent down as if to kiss her but went to her ear instead.

"Sweetness, no worries.  I'll take care of you," she intoned in a breathy voice.

Tally smiled with relief as Kylie brushed her lips and went to her pale, encased breasts and unclasped the front closing bra with a quick motion.  Tally's little white tits with their soft rose colored nipples spilled out.

Mark watched as Kylie took one nipple and then the other in her mouth, sucking them hard.  Each little nipple came out of Kylie's luscious lips erect and a deeper shade of pink.  Her hands led the way as she kissed and licked her way down Tally's torso.  Kylie turned her body around so that she was straddling Tally's head, her pussy lips inches from Tally's lips. 

Tally let out a small moan as Kylie's tongue made its first contact in Tally's crotch.  And then in a startled motion, as if just remembering she was supposed to do the same, Tally lifted her head up off the ground, her tongue leading the way to lick Kylie's bare pussy. 

Mark shifted further down the couch so he could watch Tally lick Kylie.  Bill and John moved toward the other end.  John was gently stroking his cock on the outside of his pants.

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Kylie's beautifully round ass was perched for perfect viewing.  Mark could see the outside of her of outer lips glisten as Tally licked all around.  The light caught the wetness in her inner lips.  She was very wet on the inside as well.  Tally pushed two fingers inside Kylie's pussy hole. She slid them in and out slowly.  Mark imagined his own cock going in and out just as Tally's fingers were.  

He shifted as his penis was becoming uncomfortably large.  He made the command decision to be the first of the men to undress.  He was the host.  It was good form.

He got up and stripped, not making eye contact with the men just yet.  He couldn't bring himself to stop watching Tally fingerfuck Kylie.  She wasn't doing much licking anymore as she seemed to be too distracted by what must be an amazing job by Kylie.  Tally's moans were growing louder and she squeezed her little breast. 

Mark was about to burst.  They hadn't even touched the dildo yet.  And it was all he could do to not jump in and fuck the both of them as hard as he could.  But there would be time for the that soon enough.  They five of them would be doing all kinds of fucking before the evening was done.  Mark would make sure of that.

John and Bill rose from their seats and were following Mark's lead.  Once naked, John got on his knees and placed his cock where Kylie's head would be if she lifted it up from between Tally's legs.  He wanted to fuck her mouth.