What do I say?

Really, what do I say? I've just been going though a lot of changes recently, and between school and life and everything, I'm sorry to say this all fell by the wayside. I don't even remember what I last told you about me and I've just been feeling so sexually frustrated recently, I haven't felt in the mindset to come here. I mean, really, who came here to read the rantings of a young girl? This blog is about sex, and it would behoove me to remember that in the future. I think I went through the same phase the College Callgirl went through, though let's hope mine's temporary. I actually do have a new post currently in progress and it looks like it's going to be a long one!

What do you think of the new title?

-Bril

The Comprehensive Sex Checklist (perpetually in progress)

H and I were talking about all the places and opportunities for the more adventurous among us to do the dirty deed and, upon googling, realized the internet was sadly lacking in this region.  (If you've found anything, let me know please!)  So I present my Sex Checklist.  It's not done by any means, so let's see how long we can keep expanding it...

THE RULES
- I want *everything*, from the mundane and boring, to the stuff even porn wouldn't cover.
- Keep it (somewhat) legal: no animal cruelty or rape and leave the children out of this.

WHO

1. With a spouse/fiance/boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other
2. Your best friend, leading to the awkward "do we ever mention this again?" moments
3. Someone you've met in the last 24 or so hours, an extra point if you can't remember their name 7 days later
4. Your TA, professor, or dean (!)
5. The (insert social stereotype here) that you met again at your high school/college reunion.
   

WHAT/HOW

1. Get creative with the produce department
2. 
   

WHEN

1. First Thing in the morning
2. Skyrockets in flight... Afternoon delight!
   

WHERE

1. Among the trees (Amazon or landscaped, as long as you can feel some bark)
2. On top of a parking deck at night (be as long as you want/can)
3. On stage of an auditorium or amphitheater
   
4. In a construction site
5. Somewhere in a stadium or on a field (college baseball fields are a pretty good bet, soccer fields aren't challenging enough)
6. In your roommate's bed
7. Join the Mile High Club (classic or trite, it's still a tradition)
8. In a car in a deserted parking lot or near a highway
9. On the roof
10. In your friend's bed (+1 for getting their permission)
11. 
    

WHY

1. Anger
2. "Impaired"
3. Makeup Sex
4. Boredom
5. 
   

Special Extras

1. 
   

If you're looking for an experience, pick something random from each category and see where it takes you!  I'm not liable for any trouble you get into though. ;)

- Brilliantly Promiscuous
February 13, 2009

The Internet, Answering Life's Every Need

Due to my, well, obsessive readership of Jezebel.com (is that even correct word usage?)  I've found this rather handy site.  I've signed up for Beta testing but I'm not actually sure if I'll end up using it because that is what this blog is supposed to be(come).  Oh, duh, sorry, I suppose you'd like a link.  BedPost is an online tracker of your knotches and includes options for... ratings, how long it lasted, with whom, etc.  I'll know more when I get an invite though.  I *would* like to know if they have a "Location" option, given my... history. ;)

This reads so jumpily.. sorry guys.
-Bril

Wow, it's been a while...

I know, apologies all around for my umm... absences.  But you know that feeling when you get behind and there's so much to catch up on, that you can't quite swallow the gumption to sit down and write it all up, however long it takes?  And then, in my case, it mounts higher and higher!  Anyways, until it topples from the sheer weight of guilt.  And I'm very, very sorry, but it might be slow going for a while because I don't have my computer.  And it's all H's fault for dropping it (accidentally!) off his bed, but you'll hear all about him in a second or two... or thousand.  Ha, I'm a bit frazzle headed, huh.  So, updates!

I'm not seeing Patrick anymore.  It's more than a bit weird, really, how easy I found it saying goodbye to a long(ish) relationship.  On a scale of 18 years, anyways.  But really, for the last month, you could physically hear it crash and burn.  It was the kind of crash that stirs no reaction, like the pilots are frozen in time and no one does anything but watch.  So, here lies Patrick, March '07 to November '08, may he rest in peace and disturb me no further, Amen. *sign of the cross*

And then sometime in late September (the weekend before the 29th*, he says), H and I went out to a bar, played a few rounds of pool, got nice and tipsy, and ended up having some really awesome sex.  And then again about 3 hours later sometime in the night.  He wasn't sure whether I actually remembered it and apparently had this whole weeklong crisis of faith about how to tell me.  But I remembered everything, I just didn't want to say anything because I was so confused!  He finally grabbed some kohones and we both agreed that, considering just the pure amount of sexual tension that exists between the two of us, it was bound to happen.  Then, being the brilliant two people we are, we went out and did the same thing the next two weekends!  And we've been fucking on a daily basis ever since...

Have you ever found yourself in a situation where you've got a great friend and, hell, there may be sex too, but you'd rather not get any more serious because you'd rather have a best friend for years than a relationship for months?  Indeed, I've identified my many fallacies...  I'm more honest and open with good friends and I'd hate to lose that.  I fret incessantly about what other think and I can see (whether it exists or not) the "what the fuck is that reasonably decent girl doing with that schlep?" look on every face we pass.  But with a boy who's desperate for the validation that come with having a girlfriend, it's hard to continue saying no.  So be a doll, and leave some advice in the comment below, dears.

We will hopefully return to our regularly scheduled sexy as I settle into things.  Like I've professed before, I have plans. ;)

- Bril

*Anyone else notice the oh-so-charming time overlap?

Others...

I am officially a high school graduate, as of yesterday! And rapidly approaching college, what with my Orientation Day next week. But anyways, that wasn't the point of this.

I've been going over the blogs I read, and apparently The Ethical Slut has made her blog invitation only, which is rather unfortunate. But it seems like everyone has stopped writing as much as they usually do, or maybe I'm just so bored that I'm overchecking my sites. College Callgirl disappears for weeks at a time, and unless I ask to be invited by Ethical Slut, I'm going to have to find a replacement. Any suggestions? :p And like I can complain about people not updating, given my crappy record. Sorry! Like I said before, what with the carefree days of summer, I'll get around to it.

Lazily,
Curious

Plans - Death Cab for Cutie

I've been mulling over plans, especially what with the summer coming up, and unless you just want months of recounting my masturbation sessions, I really ought to find something else to amuse. I'm thinking along the lines of...
- internet porn
- household dildos
- fantasies (especially involving my beloved roommates)
- nonsexual job happenings (if I find a job)
- sexual job happenings!
- fuck if I know what else

(And now that I've finally got these on here, I can delete that note I've been keeping on my phone...) And I'm sorry I'm such an inconsistent blogger, really. Three blogs today, then gone for a few weeks; it's like a menstrual cycle. I just get distracted ^.^ and I feel utterly put to shame by people like Jefferson. Honestly, 351 posts in one year?! That's insanity! At least he has a, uhh, cornucopia of sexual partners from which to choose. Luckily for me, Patrick's the adventurous type, so hopefully lots of first times to come, yes?

The Hair Issue

Yes, the great debate of the female (and male!) species. To shave, wax, tweeze, or laser?

Patrick is particularly partial to a slightly fuzzy pussy, not bushy, but a few days after the last shave. And since shaving basically gives me a free ticket to hours of eating out, I cleaned up today to be ready for this weekend (LAST weekend in high school ever because I graduate Next Saturday >.<) We'll be trying to fit an entire summer's worth of play into a weekend, so hopefully I'll have lots of new material! Gah, okay, get organized here. I even shaved on my period! And sorry, but I have loads of hair down there ^.^

At least I've got it easier than one girl on my hall. Her hair grows in patches, so she can't trim without it looking a bit strange. She also has the biggest problems getting off and only a shower head or a mouth have ever worked. But she's absolutely the best for dispensing sex advice. Between the two of us, we cover everything our woefully innocent hall could ever want to know. She has the most sexual experience (like the time she had sex with some random boy under an ocean pier). And I can take kinky stuff and penis care. Penises are pretty! *ahem* I think we alarm some of the more conservative girls though... like one, who decided to quote Bible verses at us. *Sigh* I think what we do is quite important, thank you very much. When you're in high school and you need us to define "ejaculation", you're unprepared to be an adult. We also cover STDs, contraceptives, and positions designed to enhance pleasure! Order today for only three easy payments of $9.95! I think our best night covered different positions. They're terribly hard to describe accurately, so we had no choice but to demonstrate on each other! (An excellence porn idea, btw. The "students" could then join in for a more interactive, hands-on experience.) I may have been wearing too tight pants that day, but during against-the-wall doggy style, I felt her pelvis bone right against my pussy and *damn* that's a good spot. And, though we have an extreme high difference making these a little awkward, vanilla doggy style on the floor was really rather empowering, to say the least. As well as straddling the countertop, in the chair,... Pity we didn't go through more positions. ;) I hope my roommate couldn't feel our bunk bed rocking that night. Or any other night, for that matter :p

On another note: I'm in dire need of a haircut and, since I do my own, I'm looking for suggestions. I have a rather square face and wavy brown/black hair. Cool as long hair would be, my hair starts looking like shit once it gets past my shoulders or so. I like long bangs to hide behind, but maybe a change is good. If you have anything (especially pictures!) I wants them, pretty please. And if it just happens to be the cut of your favorite model, then so be it :p

-Curious

PS - That 5 gum brand? I don't care how Matrix-y your packaging looks, but the flavor you've trademarked as "RAIN" is mint. And not very special mint either, as the gum gets gross once the flavor's gone. Perhaps to encourage you to spit it out and get a new piece to gnaw on?

Nom nom

I found this article on The Ethical Slut's blog from a few days back and, besides the absolute want I feel for that sort of food, the journalist's writing style and handle on the English language is just spectacular. So maybe Mr Bruni goes into a bit too much detail, listing too many dishes, but damn I'm sick of cafeteria food, and he made me taste that meal. If I could write with such a diverse vocabulary, I would indeed count myself lucky. It's an amazing article, and if I lived within reasonable traveling distance of the restaurant, I'd be trying for tickets daily.

One small step for (wo)man...

Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles, I got Patrick off all by myself!  It was Awesome!  And hilarious too.  Once he started getting even somewhat close, his hand just started convulsing and twitching (mimicking jacking off motions).  He says it was because he knew he could cum in seconds if he was jacking off, but he wanted me to get to.  Oh, the sacrifices we must make :p  And I told him it was his fault because he gives Absolutely no direction about what to do.  Patrick just gets the "oooooooomgpenishappyooooooooooo" face.  I know the "fuck, teeth" noises, but too hard, harder, lick my balls, suck my balls, suck my head, and stick a finger in my ass and notes which I have yet to fully master.  Ooh, a symphony of boys being blown!  The boys would be merely the instruments and I'm sure, with encouragement, they could all be nice and loud.  Now watch, someone's going to take my idea to make an orgy porno.  There could be clarinets being used as dildos, trumpets for giving enemas, violin strings for tying people to the french horns, the conductor's stick for... well, god only knows, but something fun.  Well, hopefully, he'll start giving me some clues next time.  We just have to find a balance between communicating between ourselves and not being heard by others (who are frequently just outside the bathroom door).

And for those of you who haven't tried this, blogging with both substance and frequency is rather difficult.  That, and I balance Curious with my everyday non-anonymous LiveJournal, as well as trying to post on RebirthOfReason.com because I'm a girl with a brain too.

-Curious

Dry Humping to Dissatisfaction

Patrick hasn't always been the only boy for me.  I had boyfriends before, though really, only one.  "Juan" and I covered the beginning of junior year.  When asked to describe him, it was "a chubby Mexican kid...  but he's really nice!"  Won me major points, I'm sure.  Juan wasn't really much of a lover anyways; he liked to befriend people, then wring them for sympathy by telling them life-scarring stories of his life as an Illegal Immigrant.  He's still here illegally, but he's in college, somehow.  Juan seemed nice enough to people who barely knew him.   Slightly strange maybe, and an avid Magic card gamer, video gamer, total nerd, Stephen King affictionado. 

He admitted he liked me with a Myspace blog only I could read.  Except I was at school, where Myspace is blocked so, instead of waiting patiently for my next break, he copied it into an AIM conversation.  It wasn't much, really.  Something about feeling completely alone in darkness if I wasn't around.  Did I say he was emo?  And talk about guilting someone into a relationship.  I figured "meh, maybe I could like him, he's nice enough" and we began to date.  online.  seeing each other once a month for a few hours at a time and always surrounded by friends.  absolutely pointless.  It's a wonder, really, that I expected a teenage boy to do Nothing. 

I had an argument with my parents during one of my breaks.  In an angry rush, I stormed out of the house and called Juan to rant.  He offered to come by and, within seconds, we met in the middle of my street.  He pulled over the car and we kissed a bit, but he took over rather quickly.  No hands or anything, just lots of face.  It wasn't even enjoyable, really.  Too much Lips and Spit and I had no control.  Juan was more than twice my size and I know what happens when you try to stop an Avalanche.  My parents caught us pretty soon, and I think that's when they began to accept I was a teenager. 

A very few awkward, parent-monitored dates later, I spectacularly dumped him over the phone.  I can still remember the line, "so you know I'm not physically attracted to you, right?  Yeah, well, I don't think this whole dating thing is going to work."  The shallowness of the juvenile, Exhibit A.  But hey, no separating close friends, right?  For spring break, we arranged to hang out at my house while my parents were out.  (For those of you good with dates, I was already with Patrick.  oops.)  Juan laid the horny on pretty thick and I, lacking complete and utter experience, had no idea What To Fucking Do.  Somehow, we ended up kissing again.  Somehow I straddled his lap.  I must say, that was a damn comfortable lap.  We found my shirt behind the couch later.  My bra was under the table.  At least my pants stayed on.  He switched his attention from my face to my Boobs, a relief.  But then there was the pain, the too-sharp Teeth, the pulling.  Everything he learned must've come from a hardcore, male-directed porno.  I somehow found his hardon through his shorts.  Nothing unzipped, but there was a moment of mutual confusion.  No one wanted to be the first to act.  I stroked for a bit, thinking really how strange jean shorts are, and how incredibly Small he seemed, even to my limited experience and exploration.  It wasn't particularly exciting,  and we quickly changed positions again and he rolled on top.  The dry humping commenced and this is when I knew I'd never see him again.  I couldn't breathe, I felt smothered and helpless.  I was gasping, but not from pain or excitement, but from trying to inhale.  Suddenly, he began speaking, or rather, commanding.  "Oh, you know you like it, you know you like it, you know you like it," ad nauseum.  No, I can't say I liked it, sorry.  I love being dominated, but I want kinky, fun domination with play threats and teasing.   Laying under you was more boring than anything, especially after my mind wandered off to places far distant.  After an incredibly long three minutes (I timed it by the television clock), he dismounted and shuffled to the bathroom.  When he emerged, I'm quite sure it was fairly obvious I was kicking him out. 

While it's most certainly a pity that we don't talk anymore, I think I've found a more than adequate replacement.  I'd like to think Juan will find some girl to train him right.

In the news...

urg, I feel bad about being gone for so long >.< article published about sororities and hazing. Given that I'll be entering college in the fall, this is more than a little disturbing. And the sorority's letter to alumni is absolutely ridiculous! "One of her friends punched our President, Lauren Werkiser in the face causing our sisters to obviously react and throw her head into the wall." This is how things get out of hand, people! It had to have started from something else, because almost no one punches someone else randomly. And they try to play down their response, but "throw her head into the wall" just sounds scary and violent... Well, sororities ftw, eh? Good thing I'm not planning on joining one. And, of course, to keep things fair, anyone care to weigh in on their positive (or negative) sorority experiences?

And I'm no tweenager, but I'll admit to have watched Disney's Hannah Montana show a few times. What can I say? Girl's got spunk. She interviews alright too, though the accent bugs the hell out of me. But honestly, the "indecent" pictures just published in Vanity Fair Aren't That Bad. They really are reminiscent of some of the Renaissance depictions of Venus in the sea, with the wet hair, pose, sheet, and whatnot. I personally don't like her face (meh) because her lit cheek just overpowers the rest of her, and she looks completely different. I rather doubt they were going for the Venus look, but with any other model it probably would've been fine and not the Disney scandal of the century. oh, wait, that was Britney! Silly me ^.^

-Curious

got some catching up to do...

So sorry it's been so long! It's just, with school work and everything else, I haven't had time. And my school's blocking program rivals that of most Asian countries, so I go through proxies and such to get here. And I missed my first class today, Physics, because I thought today was Thursday. Whoops. Luckily, I think the teacher's got a decent opinion of me. Although I can't tell if he's looking at me, y'know, like that, or if it's just his crazy eyes...

Happily, stuff *has* actually been happening with Patrick. We're seniors, so we're making the most of our last few months, and still trying to work out college plans. And Prom was last weekend, but we didn't actually do anything prom night! Rather, he teased me a bit, and played with my clit, but that's not anything, really. But the night before was amazing. He heard from a friend on his hall that the bathrooms in this place are actually pretty decent for couple-y business, since they don't check them and they're pretty clean. The admin is pretty obsessive, and we're not allowed on the "exterior" of campus after dark. So yes, several weeks of almost total abstinence culminated in that little bathroom.

We checked for people around us first; the last thing we needed to do was be seen. The coast was clear; I practically shoved him into the bathroom and against the nearest wall. He told me he loves it when he can tell I want it. He'd been complaining that he had no pictures of me, and just *happened* to have a camera on him, so there was a little bit of strip-play. Not that it lasted very long, he got extremely distracted when I pulled down my bra. Quickly, he bent down and sucked almost an entire breast into his mouth (they're smallish B's, I'm a skinny chick, I guess). But all that warm, wet heat is just amazing, and he has a lovely huge tongue, good for lapping. While he's sucking on one, he begins pinching and pulling the other, sometimes twisting or flicking the nipple. I want more and I'm dripping all over my pants (who needs panties?). I quickly undo the button and shove his other hand down the front. He gets the idea immediately.


He plays with my clit a little bit, and slides his finger tips up and down the entrance, but never in. He brings his fingers up to my mouth and kisses me, and we get those fingers pretty damned clean. We drag the rest of my clothes off; they're laying in a pile in the corner, and I grab boy's shirt. Kid looks damned good without a shirt, nice broad shoulders, and somewhere in the middle of lean and muscled. He lays me out on the floor, warm soft skin against that cool, tiled surface. I'm pretty much pulling his hair at this point, so he shoves his tongue against my clit. There is possibly nothing better than watching a guy's face when he's going down and loving it. He adds a finger and, quickly, two more. I'm usually crazy tight, but it's so wet down there, everything is just sliding around. He reaches in farther than I ever can, reaching straight for my G-spot. Now, I'm stretched out in his lap so he can reach my breasts and pussy at the same time. Boy's some kind of genius and the world is a very happy place for my right now. His hand starts to crap up a bit, so we change positions. Think doggie style but with him kneeling behind, licking my pussy again and adding another finger. It's almost his entire hand. Usually, my hymen*'s not this stretchy, but I think we've been loosening it up. He can hit my cervix like this which is supposed to be painful (yes?) but I rather enjoy it. (I'm hoping I'll be one of those crazies who orgasms during pregnancy.) I've come so much by now, his wrists are both probably screaming for a break.

In a lull, I start working on his belt. Poor guy's been stuck in there for a while. He pulls his pants down, just low enough to cup his balls. Boy starts getting to work and I lick up the precum. He's measured slightly above average, and he seems rather wide, not that I'd know, and circumsized. Either way, it's a damned pretty penis. I suck on him a bit, and play with his balls, but he mostly takes care of it. What can I say, I fail at head. My mouth's too small, or my teeth too big, or maybe it's a bad angle. But he cums pretty quickly, warning me beforehand so I can wrap my mouth around his head. He tastes fine, faintly bitter. As long as he kisses me afterwards :p Really, it makes him feel bad, but I don't care. He does up his pants right afterwards. Do all guys hate hanging out after they've cum? He always gets at least his boxers back on almost immediately. He asks me if I'm done, since I'm usually sore as fuck by now. My pussy still wants more though, which he quickly takes care of. I know I'll be sore the day after, but that was a good hour and a half.

He's exhausted, so we split early. I sign early check and go back to my room to hang out, and he plays WOW. Damn, life's good. The night was mostly physical, but I've got needs...

*I have a lovely septate hymen, so I can still do all this stuff. I'd just pull it out, but it's too thick for that. My mother calls it my chastity belt, so I'll schedule a gynecologist visit when I'm 18, probably.

I realized that I never actually posted the second part of the Virginia trip. It's just saved as a draft. I should get on that...

This is really off topic, but...

Hey guys, or whoever's out here,

I'll be going to college next year and, while I do have money saved up, I'm probably graduate school-bound too. Luckily for me, I won't be 18 until the month after summer ends. I know you have to be 18 to serve alcohol, as well as operate a cash register (at least, according to my BooksAMillion), so that rules out most of the classic jobs. I know a lot of you have been through this before, the whole first-time job search business, so any advice or suggestions about where to apply would be awesome. Not to be narcissistic or anythingg, but I am more qualified than your average high school graduate. My high school is the top in my state. It's the magnet school of magnet schools and a member of the "National Consortium for Specialized Secondary Schools of Mathematics, Science and Technology" (yes, I did just wiki my high school). Also, it's a public boarding school, so I must be reasonably mature to handle living away from home, right? Still, I don't have that vital birth date.

Also, I have some experience. I've worked at a trade show, talking to customers. I actually only read the catalog, but my parents work in the business, so I've been raised hearing about lots of it. Still, the learning curve was kinda crazy. And last summer, I did 300 hrs of volunteer service in the marketing department of a nonprofit. 60 hrs were a graduation requirement and they offered to pay me afterwards, but I think the tons of hours are what got me into college. :p I could go back there, but I'd really like a variety of experiences, y'know? I need education, please...


-Curious

Just a little post

So much masturbating today, my god. I've been stuck at my dad's place all day, with his new HDTV and my computer for company; even Patrick has been strangely missing (last I heard, he'd just mowed the lawn and his hands were numb). But I just discovered Janie's Late Bloomer Finally Blooms (see sidebar for link) and it's quite spectacular masturbation material. My first forays into the sexual world were literary. I think I was reading Kelley Armstrong's Bitten and it had some good material (for inexperienced but horny and prepubescent) me. Either around the same time, or from there, I discovered FanFiction.net. If you choose the right books and set the rating to M, there's some really nice stuff. Haha, what can I say? I'm such a nerd... It is rather wonderful to get off to a History Channel special on Alexander the Great's conquests while reading vibrant stories of the whores of Babylon and laying on soft down sheets....

I prefer reading BDSM to watching it, since the porno males are usually really unattractive and it's just too cliche. And, since I'm a literature whore, I found some old porn. The Story of O by Pauline Réage is all bondage and domination.

Much as I hate how brief this is, it is 2am and I have to go back to my mom's tomorrow. Goodnight, and I hope you find some use for my links.

-Curious

At Patrick's house

I just got back from Virginia with Patrick and his family and, like any other horny teenage couple, we took full advantage of the opportunity.

We stayed the first night in his house before driving up there. Like last time, we always start in the study. We tease each other first, I distract him from his WOW game and he keeps me from blogging until we've given his siblings and parents enough time to fall asleep. He's figured out the complexities of my bra clasp (though he had a little trouble this time :p). I lay down on my back and he sits on my hips and reaches a hand up my shirt. He's not a big-breasts guy at all, but he's still equally a pussy and a breast man. Patrick always pays special attention to my nipples, though I'm not sure which one of us enjoys it more. He's starting to get a little excited by this point and he carefully slips a hand down my jeans to tease a bit. I've been lazy, so we laugh that I need a trim...

After a while, we creep up to his playroom. It's attached to his siblings' rooms, so we have to be quite, but we can turn on the light and use the couch. Really unfortunately, I'm on my period, but it's at the very end. Still, he's a guy, and he's very skittish about blood. We've gotten all our clothes off and, since I rarely get to see him naked, it's always a huge turn on. He always keeps his boxers on until I'm pulling at them myself. I think it's because he's a grower and he's slightly flustered at how small he starts. We're standing next to the couch, not heavily making out, but just enjoying the small kisses while he plays with my nipples. He moves down and begins sucking on one. I know my pad is soaked and it's definitely not period. It feels amazing, as always, since he's only had me like this, so he only knows what I like. And he looks incredible from that angle, cheekbones and blue eyes and so horny.

I can feel him through his boxers on my hip, and there's a tiny dot of liquid on his boxers. We break off the kiss and he asks if I would prefer a position. I can never find the words to answer these questions without somehow sounding odd, but I run a hand up his shaft and reach the other around to grab between his bum. The clever kid gets my gist and sits down on the couch. I lean over and kiss him while he pulls his boxerbriefs down just barely past his bum and under his balls. He starts stroking first, and I grab his balls. I can't exactly figure out what he likes, since we have to be quiet and he's not at the facial expression point yet, but his breath hitches.

Because we're fairly new at this, we haven't figured out how to fit him into my mouth. I'm cursed with a tiny mouth and he's sensitive to teeth, but I can get him pretty far back sometimes. He tends to get excited and start thrusting, but I hold him back. I'm liking my lips, getting everything wet when he starts to feel guilty. Patrick asks me if I want anything and starts exploring the room. I can't take anything huge (hymen issues, more on that later..) but he finds a few pencils. I don't need anything, really, but I know he likes watching and he'll cum better if I'm enjoying it. He slids a pencil into my ass and two into my pussy, and we get back to the real business at hand. He's circumcised, which I rather like, but I'd like pretty much anything. He's jerking himself off, and I'm working on his head, with a finger playing with his ass. He's sitting down, so it's a little hard to find, but he loves being fingered. The pencil in my ass feels good, especially since I reach around and play with it, but my pussy is too wet for anything to stay in there. He cums in my mouth and quickly pulls his boxers back on. He's very skittish.

Patrick always protests that I don't have to swallow. He just wipes it into the carpet on his own. He really doesn't taste that bad though, except when he's been eating pretzels. A warning, it makes his cum *burn*. What we did in Virginia was even better, since I got to participate too.