My Day…

A peacock, bah.

OK, maybe a little bit.

It felt good to have her here.  To know that this was where she wanted to be, naked, in my arms, in my bed.

Storm is right when she says we have a great relationship.  It's an understanding, so to speak, that it is what it is for as long as it is, to quote her.  But that doesn't mean that it is casual in the way that we care about each other.  It just means we don't worry about it.  Or try not to anyway.

It was really sweet that she came back to me, unable to speak, and led me to the bed so we could lie down.  All she wanted to do was be held and then, be naked.

All kidding aside, naked is the way to go for us.  It's the way we communicate without words when we cannot express the verbal.  I guess as humans, we are all a little like that.  Storm is a LOT like that.  I know at times she just wants to be naked, to be close, to feel skin touching skin.

And so it was endearing that she couldn't voice what she was feeling at first.  It was even more endearing to actually find out what she was feeling.

All day today I could not get her out of my mind.  It consumed me.  At first it was fun and then my cock got involved.  Yeah, I hate when that happens.  No, really.  It got to be RIDICULOUS.

I wanted to fuck her.  To feel the warmth of her pussy engulf me as I am sliding into her.  That slick heat that hits the head of my cock right before my shaft disappears. The way she grips me as I stroke in and out. Feeling her body under me, or on top of me, or beside me, it doesn't really matter.

The way the head of my cock tingles and my balls tighten and I slow down to savor that feeling as I listen to her breathing change.  Her hard nipple against my thumb, or my tongue. Her hands in my hair, grabbing me, biting my bottom lip as she kisses me.

My cock was hard from 7 this morning until.... well, now.

Um, yah.  That was MY day.

How was yours?

About the author: Storm

Ambient Storm is one of the web's most read female sex bloggers and a finalist in the 2005 "Best Of Blogs" Awards. Her motto is "My real life is ALWAYS hotter than my fantasies."


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Wings…

With the age difference between Finn and me, I am always aware that this can end at any time.

I warn him of this, we talk about it, and it is understood.

He'll find some nice young girl and want to make babies one day. It's ok, we both know the score and have navigated the pitfalls of such a liaison.

It keeps us on the same page, this easy-going romance. It keeps it intense, exciting, forbidden in a way, with an undercurrent of the casual.

Finn, if he will admit it, and I am almost certain he will, has been concerned that Jack and I, and our new found dynamic would run off together, leaving him sitting alone on the floor sobbing into his beer.

Oh, come on, we ALL know Finn will never be alone. He's dripping in girls like the bracelets on his arms.

The other night Jack calls me.  Yes, Jack, not Finn.  He wants to know if I am going to be "around" because he wants to talk to me about something.  It sounds serious.  I ask him if he is ok and he says yes he is but he wants to see me.

Finn is instantly convinced something sinister is afoot, and although he is kidding, I believe only half-heartedly.

I arrange to go over and see Jack, promising Finn I will call him later.  He mumbles and pads his way to the door to let me go, begrudgingly. As I prepare to leave, he leans in and gives me one of those deep kisses that sends shivers down my belly straight to my clit.

I know this feeling all too well.  Letting someone leave who promises to come back and although you know they will, there's no mistaking the feeling in the pit of your stomach.  I know while I am gone he will pace until I call or return.

When I get to Jack's he looks nervous.  I cock my head and ask him what's wrong?  After 2 glasses of wine and a bunch of artful small talk, he cuts to the chase.

He met someone.

He doesn't know if it will go anywhere but he wants me to know.

No he hasn't gone out with her.  He isn't even sure if she is interested but he thinks she is.

I'm smiling and expecting my heart to sink but it doesn't.

I am touched that he is so nervous about telling me.  At the same time I realize it makes me sad that he feels this way. Not that he might want to date someone, not that it isn't me (I didn't expect it to be me, we're friends, remember?) but that he was worried about telling me.  Is this what has happened to our friendship?  

We talk for a long time, and now it is much easier, and more like we always are.  I ask him if he will still be there for me and he nods and hugs me.  I tell him that I am happy for him but if he gets into a relationship, I will miss the rockin' sex.

He laughs and nods and makes sure I understand that he hasn't even asked the girl out yet.

"Ah, then that means for the time being we're still on?" I ask.

"Um, well, yes, I would say so!" he answers, leaning back against the couch as I nestle against him.

But I don't stay.  It's getting late and I need to see Finn to tell him the news.  Jack laughs and walks me to the door.

Thirty minutes later, Finn lets me in and waits to hear the rest of the news.  I told him on the phone that Jack might have a girlfriend.

"Oh" is all he says at first.

"Are you ok with that?" he continues and I assure him I really am.  And truthfully, I am.

But once inside, with Finn's arms around me, I cannot speak.

I can only lead him to lie down with me on the bed.

His bed.

He is concerned, running his hand down the side of my face, looking at me with those beautiful indigo eyes.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he whispers.

I nod and start to cry. And laugh at the same time.  And shake my head at his bewilderment over thinking he understands and then realizing he doesn't understand at all as he asks me questions and I shake my head and laugh through tears.

When all is said and done, I take his hair and wrap my fingers in it, bringing his mouth to mine and kissing him for a long time.

And when I finally catch my breath from the crying and the kissing, I vocalize my emotions.

I am OK with letting Jack go, but I realize I am SO not ready to let Finn go.

Not yet.  Not right now.

A light flashes in those deep blue eyes and he smiles, that killer smile.

He wraps his arms around me and we settle in, limbs entwined, and slowly, without getting up, shed our clothes until there is but a whisper between us.

The warmth of us wrapped up together is soothing.

The moonlight streams in and as he turns to throw his shirt on the floor, I swear the light pattern makes wings along his back.

Then again, it might just be peacock feathers...

About the author: Storm

Ambient Storm is one of the web's most read female sex bloggers and a finalist in the 2005 "Best Of Blogs" Awards. Her motto is "My real life is ALWAYS hotter than my fantasies."


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He’s Had His Fun… Should I?

Q:  I recently found out that my husband of five years has been cheating on me through most of our marriage.  Not only am I upset with him for doing it, I feel like I’ve wasted five years that I could have been having fun, too!  I know lots of cute guys who would hop into bed with me in a minute!  Should I have revenge sex?

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Losing it…

It's the first time in the new dynamic of my relationship with Jack, that I have "lost it".

He stands between my open legs, his hands on my bent knees.

I'm up on my elbows, staring at him in the midnight moon and candle light. 

A silvery stream of precum drips from his cock and hits my clit before slipping into silky folds.

The muscles in my neck tense and I hiss at him to fuck me.  He looks down at me, his one eyebrow arched and chuckles.

I make sure he understands that I am so not amused.  I usually love the mirthful chuckle that he has. It's very sexy, but tonight it just pisses me off.

I'm past the point of whining, or begging or being nice.  

"That...." I begin, barely able to get the words out as I watch his cock dripping down onto my body "... is mine".  My breath is ragged, my breasts rising in frustration.  

I can taste him; my mouth waters for the juicy, fat head in front of me, and yet my throat is dry and my voice croaks.

He reaches down and rubs my clit in gentle circles as he meets my fiery gaze.

My pussy aches for him, an acute need it's almost painful.  I can feel my lips open and beckon him. She, not I, will beg. She will swell and glisten under his fingers, her color deepening as she waits.

Knowing she will be victorious where I am not.

I stay quiet, trying not to interrupt her aura as he leans forward, slipping his hands under the small of my back and enters me.

I smile as my head snaps back.

Gloriously triumphant.


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Ambient Storm is one of the web's most read female sex bloggers and a finalist in the 2005 "Best Of Blogs" Awards. Her motto is "My real life is ALWAYS hotter than my fantasies."


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He Knows What I’m Thinking…

We stand against the stage at the House of Blues watching the lead guitarist/singer.

I'm mesmerized by this boy, barely 27, and the overt sexuality he exudes. Right up my alley.

At one point during the first set, I catch Finn watching me out of the corner of my eye. I turn to him and smile slyly.

He knows what I am thinking.

I watch the boy on stage, his tight, straight leg jeans and Cuban heeled boots, the muscles tensing in his forearms as he plays guitar.

He looks down at me and smiles, twisting his nose as he hits a note that few singers can reach.

It's a great face. Contorted into musical orgasmic bliss.

I cannot help but imagine him tied to a wall, pulling at his chains as his cock is milked of its nectar.

I'm startled out of my reverie as I watch his boot hit a peddle and looking up, catch his eyes again.

He closes them momentarily and then looks directly at me as Finn sidles up behind me and kisses my neck.

The momentary glance between the two men is unmistakable.

They BOTH know what I'm thinking....

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Ambient Storm is one of the web's most read female sex bloggers and a finalist in the 2005 "Best Of Blogs" Awards. Her motto is "My real life is ALWAYS hotter than my fantasies."


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Ex and the city

My phone goes off at midnight, and I flip open my phone thinking it’s my regular booty call.

But it’s not.

It’s an ex, and the text reads, “I miss you.”

I flip my phone shut.

Granted, I miss him too. But I wasn’t about to let myself fall prey to the mushy gushy and let one thing lead to another, whether that be a one-night deal or a back-together sort of thing.

No ex text, and no ex sex. I’m just not gonna go there.

So I ignore his text, but he proceeds to send me another message that reads, “my life sucks without you.” Obviously, he needs a phone that comes with a breathalyzer, and he also needs to move on.

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"Little Black Dress" recently completed her studies at a major Western American university where she was a journalism major by day and partier by night! Now based in New York, she has written for several print and online publications and updates her blog with tales of her "wild side." She believes women should have fun and be adventurous throughout their lives.


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Secret Shopper

I couldn’t believe how sexy he was. At least 6′7″ tall, he had black hair, blue eyes, a mustache and goatee and a smile with dimples that made him look like innocent. But I knew he wasn’t. I had heard quite a few lurid details from his girlfriend, my boss. And I owed her big or I would never have agreed to this deceit.

I made eye contact and felt a strong tension begin to build. His girlfriend had hired me to see if he would cheat. Looking over his muscular build and settling my gaze on the bulge in his crotch I decided to have a little mercy on him. If he even flirted a little bit I would give him sex to make up for the trouble he would be in later.

I held his gaze and he smiled back, meeting my challenge. I slowly moved a little closer. I knew the store would be empty around this time. I also knew there was couch in the back room, hidden behind the two-way mirror.

He moved closer to me and I could smell his cologne, faint and musky. His soft voice caressed my ear, “Can I help you?”

I let the strap of my sundress fall off my shoulder as I turned to face him. His eyes strayed to my cleavage. Blatantly staring at my breasts, he was definitely in trouble.

“Yes,” I answered sweetly. Boldly I took his hand and placed it on my cleavage. “I think you can.”A look of understanding spread across his face. He smiled and caressed my breasts through the sheer fabric. He took my hand, led me into the back office, and closed the door behind us. I leaned against the door, ran my tongue slowly over my lips, and let the other strap of my dress fall.

He sprang into action. The first kiss was slow and full of passion. He trailed kisses down my neck and across my breasts, nibbling as he ran his hands over my body.

He took my hand and placed it on his large erection. I gasped as he lowered my dress and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking it gently and circling it with his tongue. I could feel myself growing wet as I rubbed his erection through his pants, stroking it.

He slid his hands up my dress and discovered I wasn’t wearing panties. “Oh God,” he said, “I must be dreaming. Thank you. Thank you, Thank you.” He slid a finger into my wetness and I pressed myself against his hand.

I wanted him so badly I pushed him back towards the couch. Temporarily off balance, he sat down hard. I didn’t give him time to recover. I slid his zipper down and found he wasn’t wearing underwear either. I pulled his thick, erect cock out, straddled him and lowered myself onto him, taking that long, thick shaft deep inside me. He put his hands on my butt and began lifting and lowering me, controlling our pace.

I moaned in pleasure as he slid in and out and I circled my hips as our bodies met. He claimed my lips in another kiss and I nibbled his lower lip as he fondled my breasts. Each stroke felt so good, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.

The moderate pace began to get to me. I needed more. I grabbed the back of the couch for support and rode him faster and harder. Grinding against him with each stroke, I slammed myself onto him hard and fast. As I felt the first wave of orgasm begin to take hold, he picked me up and moved us both to the floor.

He climbed on top and moved my legs over his shoulders as he plunged into me, thrusting hard and fast.”Oh God. Yes! It feels so good,” I cried out. “Yes, harder, faster, take me! Please give it to me.”He moaned and thrust harder and deeper. My pleasure spiraled through my entire body causing my toes to curl up. I screamed in pleasure as I came. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!” Still riding the wave of pleasure, I rose my hips to meet his thrusts.

So lost in the sensations, neither of us noticed the tall dark-haired man come into the store and stare through the two-way mirror. About to orgasm yet again, I raised my eyes to see the handsome man. He appeared to be watching us and the thrill of it pushed me over the edge. My body tightened and I begin to shake.

“Oh yes, come for me baby,” he cried out as his whole body spasmed. One last hard thrust buried him deep inside me and he came, riding my wave while enjoying his own climax. Finished and calmer now, he looked up.

“Uh-oh. That’s my boss. Hell, he shouldn’t care too much. With all the stuff he does back here with his girlfriend Ali, he would be a hypocrite to say anything.”

I bit back a giggle. Ali was my boss’s name and apparently the man on the other side of the window had been my intended target. Looking at my new friend I just smiled and tousled his hair.

~Bella


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Cooler Still…

Well, I'm back from Vegas, much more tired and broke than when I left, but I had a good time.

Still, with all weddings out of state, and no planning for travel between events, it was stressful at the same time.  

Between weddings and partying with friends, I also gambled of course.  Did really well some of the time, and when I didn't, it was all down hill.  Of course, not being a big gambler, this didn't effect me too much since I would just move on.  Like late Saturday night (early Sunday morning really) when I, and a group of people I didn't know (but was having fun with anyway) were winning at the Roulette table. I was up a couple of hundred dollars, and lo and behold right in the middle of the game, they switched croupiers.  Brought in a "cooler" to cool off the table would be my guess.  All of a sudden we started losing.  I KNEW when they switched croupiers I should have left, but did I?  No, of course not.  So I lost most of the money I had won and didn't win at a roulette table the rest of the weekend.  Such is life.

Lack of sleep and constant running around had me stressed out by late Monday night when I finally got home.  I went in to work for a while Tuesday to get a few projects off my desk and then headed to Finn's house for some awesome de-stressing.

Some of you, or maybe all of you by now, know that when I am stressed out the best way to calm me down is with rough sex.  

So when Finn came in the door from work, there I was, fresh from a shower in his bed. He knew I would be there he said.  He could hear it in my voice when I called him from work.

As he approached the bed, I grabbed the front of his work jeans and yanked him toward me.  Protesting that he needed a shower did no good. Sawdust all over his clothing made no matter to me. He smelled like fresh cut wood and sex.  Men always smell like sex when I am in dire need.  Their body gives off a pheromone that I swear I can smell, but perhaps it is only that I sense it in my desire.

As much as he protested, by the time I got his jeans unzipped, his hard cock slapped itself into my hand and I wasted no time taking him into my mouth.  The need to suck his cock was feral, and I grabbed his long, thick shaft and squeezed hard.

He threw his head back and let out a growl that only made me more insistent.  His cock was dripping into my mouth, lubing the journey of my lips along his shaft until the head hit the back of my throat.

Finally he stopped me, pulling my hair to break free. Standing back he kicked off his boots, and threw off the rest of his clothes before diving onto me in the bed.

Kissing turned to biting, his hard cock stabbing me before sliding into my hungry pussy.  With his hands holding my arms above my head, he fucked me hard and without mercy until I came, screaming into his neck before sinking my teeth into his jugular.

With head back he roared from the searing of my teeth in his flesh and then slowly, very slowly, we both regained our composure. Once our breathing returned to normal, his cock slipped back inside me and it started all over again.

When we were finished, we were bruised and beaten and very, very sated.

Sliding together, facing each other, slowing respiration, dream-like, sweet sleepy kisses before drifting off to sleep for a while, I hear him whisper "I missed you".

And I you, darlin'.



About the author: Storm

Ambient Storm is one of the web's most read female sex bloggers and a finalist in the 2005 "Best Of Blogs" Awards. Her motto is "My real life is ALWAYS hotter than my fantasies."


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Does Attractiveness Have Anything To Do With Age?

Are you deluded about your hotness, attractiveness and irresistibility?

Are older women really more desperate?

Are older men really more attractive?

Well I just read in an recent Daily Telegraph paper that how hot we really "think" we are is relative to our age.

Now that statement may seem really obvious. But let me explain.

Now I sure all the young girlies who are reading this, while they may have some boy problems really don't have too much of a shortage of choice.

Then all of a sudden when they grow older and reach the age of 33-34 they start to notice that its that little bit harder to score a guy.

Is that just because guys don't really go for older women? Is that just because guys don't like women with more life experience?

What is the reason for this?

Well girls you are going to love these stats.

This is in Australia so the stats may be a little different in the states. But for single women from ages 15-17 there is an oversupply of single men of 10%, peaking at 23% when a single woman reaches the age of 25.

So really all us young girlies thinking we are so hot, irresistible could be very possibly because there is an oversupply of single men out there in the available market. Our Hot Deflation Index is running high.

So all I can say, is if you can't get a date or any guy interested in you while you are young, then there is probably something you are doing wrong.

Here the Author Bernard Salt states " What young women may not understand us that their interest of their many suitors might not be because of their gorgeous personalities and their overall hotness, it might be that boys are lonely and desperate".

In other words, women may be deluded about their actual attractiveness.

Now older women on the other hand who are older than 34 may experience a slowing down in their love life’s and many find it hard to get a good quality guy.

They think it has to do with the fact that their winkles are starting to show, things are starting to stag and maybe things are not as tight as they once used to be. (I'm sure I'll get to write about it first hand one day).

They think because they are older that they are therefore not as attractive anymore.

But is that really true?

Well you guessed it, by the time single women reach the age of 34 the odds start to go downhill. In fact their ratio exceeds that of the male ratio meaning there are more single men out there as opposed to single women over 34.

Yes the tables turn.

And eventually men in their 40s have very favorable age ratios to single women ... which is probably why a 40 year old single woman is called a spinster and a 40 year old male is called an eligible bachelor.

So what is my advice?

Firstly for women. Score a guy when you are young. If it fails, get back into the market as soon as possible.

Secondly for men. Wait till your 40.

Thirdly remember your really not as attractive as you really think you are.

hehe

Ok Ok seriously.

For women I would have to say, that since you are probably getting approached by a lot of men, be gentle to the guys you are not interested in. Don't come from a desperate or clingy mindset, statistically there are more guys out there for you then you know what to do with.

Just because you may be attracting a lot of male interest, does not mean you have to reject, humiliate or be really abusive to a guy who you are not interested in. Remember karma is a bitch.

For older women, remember not to be as picky as when you were younger. Realize the facts, that the male pool at your age is not as big.

That does not mean settle for less. But it means you will need to get rid of useless and superficial criteria of what you want in a guy. Certain age, certain job type. At the end of the day remember is how he makes you feel about yourself.

For guys. Realize that when you are young there is a lot of competition out there. Don't be disheartened and make sure you prepare yourself and have some sort of advantage over your competitors.

Just think ... what would make YOU stand out of a crowd a guys and make a girl interested in you?

For older men. Enjoy the fact that as you age .. you get culturally sexier and your hot deflation index is going through the roof.

And since this was a brilliant article I will let Salt have the last words.

"The best time to get an honest appraisal of your hotness is between age 33 and 38, when the Hot Deflation Index for both genders is less than 110.

The bad news is that the rest of the population must be entirely deluded to their varying degrees about the extent of their attractiveness to the opposite sex".

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Give in or get out

Three Christmases and two anniversaries later, my girl friend has decided to give her guy the ultimatum: shit on the pot or get off. By Valentine’s Day, no less.

In other words, she told him that if he’s not putting a ring on her all-important finger by Lover’s Day, then they’re done.  

She had been brewing on this ultimatum for a month — it was her birthday the month before, the third that they had spent together as a couple. It was a nice birthday, she said, complete with a romantic dinner and a  thoughtful gift. But the gift was not what she really wanted: having turned 29 this year, she wanted him to pop the question. She wanted to settle, to start a family, to have kids. So she gave him the ultimatum.

She’s now counting down to the 14th, to see if she’ll emerge from the holiday an engaged chic or a newly single girl. Whatever goes down this Valentine’s Day, though, I’m ready to celebrate with her with a bottle of champagne. Or two.

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"Little Black Dress" recently completed her studies at a major Western American university where she was a journalism major by day and partier by night! Now based in New York, she has written for several print and online publications and updates her blog with tales of her "wild side." She believes women should have fun and be adventurous throughout their lives.


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