thanksgiving

jumpin' jiminy jeepers-creepers cricket, am i ever thankful for soft, sweaty, slippery, slidey, moany, groany, coming up inside me sex!

can i touch you?

would you mind, terribly, if i took my hand and slid it under the waistband of your pants (or skirt), let my fingers feel their way down your belly to the soft dense hair (or shaven smoothness) of your pubes, where something warm and wonderful could start to swell with excitement?

would it be too much to ask, for my lips to find the soft side of your throat, just below the jaw, and slowly nibble their way up to an earlobe -- or lower, to the hollow between your collarbones, and then lower still, across your pecs (or breasts) to kiss at the sensitive rings of your nipples?

would i be crossing a line, to strongly and surely undo whatever buckle or button or clasp would let me pull loose the clothing from your lower half so that i could kneel before you and take a deep breath with my nose just touching the treasure between your legs?

would i cause offense, if i eased myself to the floor, lay there upon my back, and asked you to lower that treasure to my lips? would it be the worst kind of presumption for me to say, "please bring that crotch down here right now and fuck my mouth until you come?"

because i wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable.

if you didn't want that.

; )

hair by sex

i asked my special guy what he thought i ought to do with my hair. he of course said some of those things guys are required to say like, "anything you do will look perfect, honey," and "it's hard for me to imagine you with different hair because you're so amazing the way it is now" when what they really mean is, "oh, god, i don't know shit about women's hair, why are you asking me?"

only, because i'm stubborn, i didn't have the good grace to just smile and take the compliments (although i always do take them!). instead i said, "really, honestly, what kind of hair would you dream about seeing on me?"

msg got this expression on his face that was like, are you daring me to tell you the real truth? do you really want to know?

and of course, i said, "really. i want to know."

"okay," he said. "well then what i think you ought to do to make your hair perfect is for us to get down on the floor and fuck for like, an hour."

"um," i said, "that sounds good and all, only i kind of think that you are going to get more out of it than my hair is."

he shook his head. "i'm serious. you want to know when i think your hair looks best? it's when we're both panting and exhausted right after we come, and we're as close together as we ever get, and your hair is kind of mussed up and spread out and wild, with maybe one little loop of it all dark with sweat and curled across your forehead or your cheek. that's when i like your hair best -- when the two of us are completely worn out and still from sex, not able to do anything except breath, but your hair spreads out like it's still holding all the movement and passion that we just used to make love."

well of course that gave me that dry throat and belly fire that makes it a little hard to keep a conversation on topic, but i still tried to pretend, even as i moved closer to him and my voice dropped a little, saying, "don't you think that maybe that's not the best look for going out in public, though?"

he raised one eyebrow. "now you're adding conditions. who said anything about going out in public?"

i sighed and said, "not me, i suppose."

and we proceeded to do my hair.

beachy

am i the only one who finds the smell of sunscreen to be super sexy?

let's all be honest and admit it. everybody wishes they could have at least one awesome fuck on the beach.

there it is, the ocean, miles and miles of it in both directions.

coming in.

going out.

coming in.

going out.

salty spray everywhere.

white foam rushing.

hot.

wet.

okay, there are some drawbacks, like seagull poop and sand.

but thanks to photoshop, at least some of us can have our seaside schlonging without getting grit all up our cracks!

permutations

him on top:

mygasm

doggielicious-style:

close-but-nogasm

me on top:

ourgasm

the camera adds ten pounds of orgasm

okay, so msg and i played around with our little video camera last night just to see what it would be like making our own porno.

how was it?

well, it was probably the most awkard, fumbling, stop-and-start sex we have ever had ...

and it was awesome!

we were like, trying to line up our angles, and msg was attempting to do things one-handed that he usually has two for, and i was like, 'honey, that camera is waayyy too close to my face. i don't think anybody's gonna want to watch an extreme zoom of my eye,' and he was like, 'right, but I'm kind of short on hands here, and i'm trying to keep from squashing you too much. if you wanted to help out, you could hold the camera while i'm trying to get this ... in here ...' and i was like, 'no, no, you're the director, and i'm totally ready for my audition, sir. and by the way, mmmmm.'

for some reason, having that doggone camera on just made everything soooo sexy.

'ow, my toe!' ... sexy.

'you're kind of on my knee' ... sexy.

'this angle is totally not working' ... ultra sexy!

why? i don't know. it was ridiculous!

and finally, when we were done (and by done, i mean, 'recovered enough to do something besides lying exhausted in a pool of our own sweat'), we loaded the results into the computer ... and we couldn't even watch them! the camera uses some format that none of our viewing software would show!

and it was still totally awesome!

i was all resigned to having to find another camera for next time, but today msg dug around online and downloaded a player that would run the files.

what were they like, you ask?

quite possibly one of the worst pornos ever shot.

and also completely hot!!!

the hand-held parts look like they were filmed by a caffeine junkie who's also scared out of his wits or shivering from cold. the parts where we set the camera on the floor or a counter are steady, but about half of them are angled wrong and just show a big patch of my bottom or msg's hairy thigh.

how can something so badly put together still be fucking incredible? i do not know.

but it was!

somehow, bad sex + bad filmmaking = absolute ecstasy.

we have ambitions of doing a better job next time, but honestly, if it stays this much fun, who cares?

floorplay

i wanna be

off the hook

tonight

crazy. wild. as loud as i can get.

legs up. full of him.

slipping ...

dripping ...

wet.

i want him heaving over me,

breathing over me,

trembling,

membering my hole for me

squeezing sweetness into my deepness

and gasping for air with his hands in my hair

moaning, "oh, claire!"

while he's getting me there ...

getting me there ...

getting me ...

there!

mmm, mmm, mmnh!