out of town.

For the summer, I am back in my hometown, which is not in the state of New York. My posts will, most likely, be even less frequent than they have been, but I will still update from time-to-time with stories of hookups and sexual encounters that happen here... or wherever I am. But don't fret; I will be back in NYC come September.

oops.

I was horny last night, so I was cruising on Craigslist. I posted an ad and a guy that had replied to previous ads of mine replied to this one, too. He's mid-to-late 20s and very cute. We exchanged emails and did all that stuff and agreed to meet up.

I showed up at his building and we went up to his apartment. We walked into his room and he took off his pants and laid down on the bed. I immediately got down and starting sucking him. In the middle of giving him head, he asked me to take off my pants. He didn't touch me or anything, but I guess he just wanted me to take them off. I continued sucking him for, probably, ten minutes or so. Then he told me to rub my ass on his cock, so I got on top of him and started grinding my ass on his cock. He grabbed my hips and started rocking them and he ended up slipping the head of his cock in my ass. I let him keep it in for a little bit, but then I got off of him and went back to sucking; I wasn't in the mood to get fucked. I sucked him for a few more minutes and then told him that I wanted his load on my face. He told me to lay on my back. He knelt beside me and had me suck him while he played with my balls and my ass. Suddenly, and seemingly at the speed of light, he lifted my legs onto his shoulders and attempted to slip his cock into my ass. I managed to stop him, but part of me couldn't resist, so I let him in me a little bit. But after that, I told him I couldn't. So, he pulled out and I sucked him some more... but I just needed it, so I told him to fuck me. He got right back into that position and slammed himself into me in one stroke. I started to stroke myself and moan loudly and he covered my mouth with his hand while pumping away at my hole. He asked me if I was ready for my cum and I attempted to say "No," but he told me that I was going to take it. I shook my head because I didn't want him to cum inside of me, but then he groaned, "Here it comes," and he pushed himself all the way in me and dumped his load in my ass. I proceeded to shoot my load on myself.

He pulled out of me, grabbed a towel, and wiped off his cock. I stood up, took the towel, and cleaned myself up a bit before becoming slightly frozen. I stood there for a few moments with my legs shaking uncontrollably, thinking about what had just happened. I put on my clothes and showed myself out. Neither of us said one word to each other. I only waved without a smile as I left.

I don't know if what happened constitutes as a form of rape, but I know that part of me enjoyed it and another part of me wishes I could go back and change it.

revisit.

I hooked up with Prof. Daddy the other night. He texted me at a very late hour, but I was in the mood, so I made the trek up to his place.

It was good sex as usual, except we were both so eager to cum because we hadn't been with each other in quite some time. There was a lot of touching, kissing, rubbing, grinding. I sucked his cock and got it really wet, then I climbed on top of him and sat down on it bare. I rode it really good for a few minutes until we both exploded at the exact same time; me all over his stomach and chest and him inside of me. That was one of the most powerful orgasms I've ever had, mainly because we came simultaneously, which has never happened before. It was quite an experience.

After regaining some energy, we went at it again. He came in my ass again while fucking me from behind. I attempted to cum again, but it was taking forever (even though I was rock hard), so I decided to call it quits. He was so nice about it, though; he really wanted me to cum again! He was sucking me, fingering me, licking my balls and doing whatever he could to make me cum, but I was just so spent from that first incredible orgasm. It was a great evening.

I got some money for cab fare. And this time, I actually spent it on the cab ride home.

sleepover.

I spent the night with Out-of-Town Daddy the other night. We had previously discussed the possibility of this happening, but it just hadn't happened yet. I went over to his hotel at around 11:00pm and we had quite the romp. We started with lots of deep kissing, touching, body contact, sucking. He proceeded to rim me for a good ten to fifteen minutes before he started rubbing his cock on my hole. Somehow, the idea of me fucking him came up and he was into it. He lubed up, I put on a condom and he sat on my cock and rode it for a good while. I've topped before and it was good, but it's been better before. He really wanted to get in my ass, so before either of us could cum, he got off my cock and started fingering me. I told him I was ready for it, so I had him put on a condom (I had prepared myself for getting fucked, but for some reason, I wanted him to wear one just in case I wasn't as thorough as usual). After that, it was the usual... a ridiculously hard ass-pounding in all different positions.

Basically, he made me cum three times in all. The first time was when he had my legs pretty much over my head and he was squatting down to thrust into me. I ended up squirting a really big load all over my body up to my neck. After that, I cleaned up and we went to sleep. In the middle of the night, I woke up rock hard and so I grabbed his hand and put it on my cock. He woke up and he fucked me again... this time, it was bare. He pulled out for a bit and shoved three fingers in my ass, which made me cum all over myself again. This time, he wouldn't let me clean up, so I fell asleep in his arms, covered in my cum. The third time was in the morning. I was too sore to get fucked again, so he made me cum from touching and sucking. Also, he shot his one and only load of the event all over my chin, which he then rubbed all over my face. It was delightful.

I was definitely at my slutty best that night. I was literally screaming for cock: "I NEED YOUR COCK... PUT IT IN MY ASS... I NEED COCK IN ME... RAPE ME, DADDY," etc. No matter what position I was in, I was aching for cock in me. If I was on my back, I spread my legs as wide as I could and opened my hole for him. If I was on my hands and knees, I arched my back so my ass stuck out and I thrusted my ass into the air, hoping for a cock to be shoved into me. I was breathing so hard and grunting and moaning and whimpering and screaming so much. Yet again, I felt like a disgusting whore. And I loved it.

He also gave me some money for a taxi when I left in the morning.

I took the subway home.

attention.

Is it bad that I am so excited that my blog has already been read by (at least) two bloggers I admire? One put me on his blogroll and another told me that he wants to fuck me! I'm an attention-whore already (kind of) and this is definitely fueling that. Now, regarding the latter blogger, I truly don't know if I could meet up with him. He's on a pedestal in my book and I would truly hate to be a disappointment to him. It's almost as if I don't consider myself worthy enough to be with him. And he would, most likely, want to cum inside me, but I've just started letting one guy do that... I don't know if I'm ready just yet to start letting random guys do it.

I don't think I could ever be as much of a slut as I dream of being. I can definitely fuck guys I meet online, etc., but I have dreams of being really nasty. Like, getting a hotel room and posting an ad on Craigslist, allowing guys to come over freely and use me, protected or unprotected. I dream of going to a bathhouse and getting a room, laying on my stomach and leaving the door wide open. I dream of letting any man cum inside of me. But I don't think I could ever follow through. I'm sorry to be so wanh-wanh right now, but I've been grappling with myself about it lately. I just have a family and a career ahead of me and I would hate to do anything that would be detrimental. So, I'll be a slut, don't you worry... just not one of those completely nasty ones.

You know what else I dream of? Getting paid for all this. I've had sex with so many men from online that I look back and wish that I had charged them. But they probably wouldn't have paid when they can just hop back online and find someone that won't charge them. I want to be able to go over to a guy's apartment/hotel room and be of service to him (like I usually do) and walk out of there with a little extra cash in my pocket. I wouldn't charge outrageous prices or anything. It'd just be a little bit of extra income for a struggling college student.

Skater and I haven't spoken still. We've seen each other around campus and in classes and nodded or said "Hey," but that was the extent of it. So, I don't think I've completely botched that acquaintance, but I think it sustained a little damage.

I, unfortunately, haven't gotten laid in a little while, so there aren't any experiences for me to share with you. But don't you fret... as soon as I have one, you'll be the first to know. ;)

Oops.

Maybe trying to hookup with Skater wasn't such a good idea. I sent him a message online (claiming that I was still drunk) hinting not-so-subtly that if he started questioning his sexuality, or if he just was horny, that he could give me a call. I didn't get a response. I wrote an apology the next day, saying that I would never write anymore messages to anyone when I was drunk because I didn't want to embarrass myself anymore. He didn't reply to that one either.

A daddy that I haven't met yet wrote me online looking to hookup tonight. It was kind of last minute, so I wasn't able to, but I hope to meet him soon.

Frustration.

I'm frustrated. Sexually frustrated. Very sexually frustrated. I have a girl-friend in town visiting, so she has been staying in my dorm for the past two nights (tonight is the third) and I want to get laid. I never get laid in my room; I haven't hooked up with anyone at my school and I've never brought anyone back to my room, but I'd just like to be able to get naked and masturbate while cruising online. Is that so much to ask? I'm lucky because I don't have a roommate, so I am free to live life in my dorm room as I please. But when I do have to share it, I get irritated. I am constantly horny and I need to constantly... well, get myself off, be it alone or with others. So, you can imagine my frustration when I say that today will be the third day that I haven't jerked off.

I'm starting to try and hookup with some guys at my school. I've always been intimidated by guys my own age. If you point out a graying, middle-aged man and tell me to bed him, that's a piece of cake. But ask me to do the same to one of my peers and I get flustered. But lately, I've been using intoxication as an excuse for my uncharacteristic behavior. There is some kid that goes to my school (we'll name him Skater). Skater has the potential to be really cute. He's got long shaggy hair, dresses in your typical skater clothes, but isn't very impressive. If he cut his hair and put on some nice clothes, everyone would be fawning over him. But for some reason, I'm able to see his potential clearly. Anyway, Skater says he's straight but I'm not the only one that thinks he could be curious, so last night, I got trashed with some friends. Skater was there. I flirted with him openly, which included touching his chest and his stomach, telling him that he is cute, etc. At one point, he was talking to someone else and, for some reason, lifted up his shirt to reveal his smooth chest and treasure trail. I told him not to do that in front of me again or else I'd molest him, but he just laughed and said, "That's fine." So, later, I told him that I wanted to talk to him, so I pulled him aside and gave a small preamble, blaming my excessive alcohol intake for anything offensive that may come out of my mouth. I then asked him flat out, "Do you like boys?" He answered "no," which was quite disappointing, but I followed up with, "Hmm... okay. Well, if you decide you might want to think about that again, you have my number." He wasn't the least bit offended, freaked out, or otherwise. In fact, tonight I got a little tipsy again and he was there, slightly drunk, and we were talking just as normal. He would occasionally put a hand on my laugh while laughing and the like, so I'm definitely not giving up anytime soon. I will get his dick in my mouth. I promise.