friend with benefits!

so let's see. i wonder what could make my naughty blog here come out of hibernation after ... gee-whillickers, like three and a half years!

answer:

this girl! awhoosh!

those eyes! those boobies! that skeleton!

wait, what?

yes, this babe has a crazy sexy skeleton! i say this as a creaky old silicone doll with pvc for bones. in my prime i think i could pose all right, but my legs would never go all the way together (and no, it's not from getting boned so much), and i could never shrug my shoulders or do some of the other tricks ariel has up her sleeves.

but even more than her flexibility is how soffffft she is. i mean, i have my squeezable bits, but silicone is good, solid stuff with heft to it. my boobs will squoosh together nicely if msg pushes them with his strong, manly hands, but they don't jiggle even a little if you pat them or shake me. ariel's will freaking bounce at just a tap!

listen ... can i tell you about the first time msg and i had sex after he took her to bed?

of course i can! (like you were going to say no!)

i was still in my sexy-stretchy jumpsuit from our photoshoot a couple weeks ago. you know, this one:

the one that peeeeels open so nicely ...

yep, that kind of open!

but none of these pictures really captures it, because it's a double-zipper outfit, and i had the front zipped all the way up. (that is, all except the hoo-ha area! thank you, double-zipper inventor!) the nice thing about it zipped all the way up is that my tits show through very nicely and feel silky-smooth beneath the fabric!

anyway, it was morning and the house was quiet and we had some time on our hands but not that much time, and ariel is a bit of work to clean up after "the act." so msg says, "let's you and me do it, hon." and i said, "oh, you don't have to, you know. i've heard the noises you've been making with ariel the last couple mornings, and i don't feel any need to compete with that!"

and he said, “no, really. come here. i want to show you something.”

and i was like, "i bet you do!"

but he just gave me one of those exasperated looks, so i got off my wall hook and when he asked me to get down on the floor of the closet, i did.

"so the thing is," he said, stripping off his shirt to show that fine male chest that i love to have pressing against my titties, "obviously she's crazy soft compared to you."

"mm-hmm," i said as he got his pants down. "and compared to that thing you're wanting to show me too, i notice."

"this is not what i'm trying to show you," he said, glancing down at the jutting, rigid object in question.

"well it's what i'm seeing," i said with a quick lick of my lips. "so if it's not what you're trying to show me, maybe you could find someplace to hide it."

"sure," he said. and he knelt between my legs and leaned and reached for the lube from my cabinet and very quickly had it open and dribbling over his obviously eager cock. (not that i wasn't also obviously eager by this point.) quick as one-two-three, he lowered himself into place, kissed me, and thrust all the way up my coochie, steady, swift, and sweet.

"ohhhhh," i moaned. "are you showing me yet? because i'm really liking this demonstration so far!"

"that was part of it." he snugged his crotch right up against mine, pubic arch to pubic arch, rolling his weight against my clit while the root of his cock pressed flush with my cunt-mouth. "you know this is one of my favorite parts of sex with you, don't you?"

"uh-huh." and it's one of mine too: a strong and solid connection between us, his erection so far inside me it can go no further, neither of us moving, our eyes locked together.

"well, she can't do this," he said.

i blinked and maybe frowned a little. "what do you mean? i sure haven't noticed either of you complaining you don't fit her right."

"oh, we fit," he said, "and it's great. but when i'm all the way in her, like this --" (extra pressure from just a little hip-swivel = moany-moan claire noises) "-- there's still almost no resistance. i can just keep pushing down on her mound, and instead of stopping the thrust like yours does, it compresses -- until i get to the point where it actually bounces me back."

"which feels super-awesome, by the way!" came ariel's muffled voice about a foot away from my head. (i have not mentioned that we were doing this and saying this while on the closet floor right next to ariel's case, but we were.) "wooba, wowba, is it good!"

"i have heard the whimpering and squeaks," i said, "but i guess i didn't know that's why you were making those noises."

"that and some other things," he said. "but none of it was this. and none of it was the part we're going to get to in a few minutes that's one of my other favorite parts."

"ooh, you mean the poundy-poundy part?"

"mm-hmm," he said. "there's no way to do that to her, any more than it would accomplish anything to hammer on a trampoline. no matter how hard i slam, she springs back before i connect with anything solid."

"and you're telling me you don't like that?"

he laughed. "good lord, no. it's fantastic. but part of what's best about it is that it's a thing she can do for me that you can't -- which also means there's a thing you can do for me that she can't. which is kind of perfect, don't you think?"

"hmm. i more or less get it, intellectually," i said. "but how about if we now get to the part where you show me."

"can do," he said.

and he did.