neighbors

the thing about neighbors in nyc is that you never see them. there is one guy in the building i know well. when i first moved in, i used to talk to him a lot. so after running into him four times in one day, he invited me up to join he and his wife for some wine. i had nothing doing so i figured i would. she was already wasted by the time i got up there. we sat and bullshitted for a while, listening to music and talking about the girls we hate that live on the floor between us. the husband was acting strangely. he kept touching my leg. i didnt think anything of it cause his wife was there.

i drank what was probably an entire bottle before we switched to beer. i was flattered that the wife kept telling me how beautiful i was. at one point she said - lets make out. so we jokingly put our tongues out and had a sword fight with them. at one point we kissed, and as i pulled away, i saw the husband coming in to kiss me. i pulled back quickly and said i couldnt - i have a boyfriend. he looked at me like i was insane. i said girls are ok, boys not so much. i had never been in this situation before, and although i was flattered, i just wasnt interested.

shortly after, i said i had to call it a night. i was incredibly drunk and had to work the next morning. they keep inviting me over. im hoping they dont think ive changed my mind.

ill let you know tuesday.

i never told anyone this

the day he said he didnt think my moving there to be with him was a good idea, it was the greatest relief of my life.

21 days - $130 = 72 hours

we had 21 more days to wait to see each other again. i just got an email from delta that this weekends special is flying to his city for $130 round-trip.

i got the last seat on the am flight.

im getting me some sex this weekend :)

im going to try this next time i see you

http://xkcd.com/162/

1:1

when i was 16, i read an article in some teen magazine about masturbation and orgasms. it seemed easy enough, so i went into the bathroom, sat on the toilet, put my hand between my legs, and my god, they were right. ive spent the past 14 years chasing the orgasm myth.

i never had an orgasm with the first boyfriend i slept with. i was still too naive to realize i had to do it myself instead of waiting for him to pul a rabbit out of a hat. the only thing that came out of that relationship is he went from fucking me for 2 minutes to 45. i met his wife recently. i would have told her she had me to thank but we were at a funeral.

over the years, i got a bit more comfortable with my sexuality. i was able to give myself an orgasm with the guy watching or fingering me but i had to have my legs straight and my hand on my hip and be on my back and eyes closed and a million other stars needed to align for my tiny miracle. in hindsight, it really was tiny, and most certainly not worth all the effort.

ive learned more about myself sexually in the past few months with my man than i have in the past 14 years. on our first visit, he made me cum for the first time during sex. over the next few visits, i started needing to cum more and more often and found it a bit easier to have one during sex. its not that beautiful cock of his that makes me cum. its the way he looks at me. sometimes he looks at me like im the most beautiful girl in the world. i cum. other times he looks at me like ill pay if i dont cum for him that very minute – so i do. he tells me he loves me, that im beautiful, that he needs me to cum more than anything – i do it for him.

my orgasm to his is 1:1. every time we fuck, every time we make love, every time he cums, so do i. always the overachiever, he wants to go for 2:1. who am i to stop him from trying?

this is it

in 24 hours, ill be asleep in his arms.

hes visiting this weekend to see what will be our city.

hes meeting my friends.

hes meeting my parents.

im smiling with a total calm over me.

i love him so much.













and im really looking forward to him fucking me senseless.

he said/she said

i didnt do it for the money. i didnt do it for him. i did it because i couldnt think of a good enough reason not to. i did it to see if i could get away with it.

he found me through my blog. we started speaking on a regular basis. he told me i was his fantasy. he told me he jerked off to my writing. he became obsessed with thoughts of fucking me and wanted to make it real. he asked what it would take. i told him a plane ticket, motel room and named my price. and just like that, i sold myself for cash.

i got on the plane thinking about what i was about to do. i wondered what the man next to me would think if he knew. thats when it really hit me. i was being flown hundreds of miles from home to fuck a stranger who fantasizes about me based on stories of me fucking other men. and thats when the first drop of excitement hit my panties.

i got off the plane and texted him i had landed. he was checking into the motel. i said it was fine as i needed some time to get ready. he asked how he will recognize me. i told him i was in a back coat with a red stripe. he told me he was in a blue nissan.

i went into the bathroom to change. he didnt have many requests. he asked that the dress be short and low cut. my green shadow matched my dress. my lips were stained ruby red; my neck wet from the spray of my perfume. i walked out of the airport bathroom a different person.

i could feel my stockings falling with each step. my garter broke so i had nothing to hold them up. my coat opened enough with each stride that you could see them holding on for dear life at the kneecap. i focused ahead of me, feeling everyones eyes on me. i waited right next a pillar with the word TRASH engraved into the silver can. irony is never lost on me. and thats when i saw the blue nissan. we caught eyes as i went over to his car. i opened the back door. "are you richard?" he shook his head in a nervous manner.

we spoke a bit during the drive to the motel. he told me how he loves his girlfriend but shes quite boring in bed. he had certain things he wanted to do but couldnt with her. i had my foot up on the dashboard as i played with my falling stocking and exposed my creamy skin for him. i told him there were three rules. no spitting in my face, no slapping my face, and no kissing. any of the three happen, i walk. he seemed to get it.

He carried my bag up to the room for me and set it down on a chair. i placed a chair right in front of a full length mirror as he placed some money on the night stand for me. my eyes counted bills as his stared at my body. i had him undress and sit. i got down on my knees and started sucking his cock. i left trails of red lipstick all over it. his eyes rolled into the back of his head. he pulled me up and told me to get naked. he wanted to see my body. i stood in front of him as his eyes travelled my curves. he told me to turn around. then he grabbed me and threw me onto the mattress. it was then that his eyes changed from a sweet boy who doesnt get fucked properly to an animal who is going to finally take whats he needs.

he started sucking on my pussy lips like i just had his cock. i felt a finger go in, then two; three, then four. i told him i needed him inside me. i said everything he was paying to hear. he fucked me hard. this poor creature with all this energy and no place to put it. now it was inside me. and just like that - i stopped him. i said - this isnt why you hired me, is it? and back came the eyes of the scared boy.

he told me his fantasies before all this. one of them was he wanted to get fucked up the ass. i had him roll onto his side and reached into my bag for his little present. i lubed it up nicely and spread his cheeks. i slowly started to put it in his asshole. the resistance was incredible. i slowly moved it around, going in and out, adding some vibrations, taking them away. i went to touch his cock. he was leaking precum all over the bed. i told him what a filthy boy he is, enjoying being fucked up the ass. i sucked his cock as my hand controlled his ass fucking. i rolled him onto his back. his eyes were looking for love and care. i wasnt about to give him either.

i got on top of him, my pussy swallowing his cock in one swift motion. i fucked him as i kept his ass full. i called him a faggot for liking this. i told him hes not a real man. i spit in his face without needing to use a drop of saliva. he snapped. i finally got him to where he wanted.

he grabbed a fist full of hair, yanking my head around so hard and fast i thought it would snap. he wrapped his hand around my throat. he squeezed so hard i saved what little breath i had until he let go long enough for me to gasp for more air. he called me a whore. he told me to take it cause hes paying me for it. his face was clenched in anger and my pussy was on fire from the fucking. he was about to cum and told me i was going to drink every last drop. i got off him and sucked his dick as he came. i have no idea how long he was saving up cum for as it was never ending. he pushed my head down and filled up my throat with his cock. i couldnt breathe. i was choking on his cock and cum was pumping intro the back of my throat. i slapped his stomach to let up a little. he pushed me off and disappeared into the bathroom.

i laid on the bed on my back processing what just happened. he came out of the bathroom a giddy boy and started kissing me long and hard. i pushed him off of me and said - wait, is the game over?

"thats why im kissing you, you dumb ass."

i wrapped my arms around him and kissed him. within minutes, i was making love to my sweet boyfriend.