Dicks In Our Box: I want to fuck him so bad


i want to fuck him. i want to fuck him so bad. i can smell his dick on my breath.
i can taste his cum in my mouth.
i can feel my breast pressed against his face.
his stubble on my thighs.

i lay awake at night.
and i dream about it.
i masturbate the the sheer thought of
sitting in the same room.
touching his skin.
i want him inside me.
whether its once.
or twice.
or for years.

im smiling all the time.
im constantly wet from him voice.
his language.
hes been mind fucking me for weeks now.
tearin that brain up.
leaving a trail of bread crumbs that leads
directly to his lap.

i want to get on all fours.
and let him fuck me like a the bitch i am.
i want to put his dick in my mouth and sing at the top of my lungs.
i want him to pull my hair.
cum on my face.
i want him to shove my face in the bed.
and fuck me like i told him “no.”

i want to show him how good it feels to fuck me.

but i cant.
or can i.
who am i.
what the fuck am i doing.

all this.
all this lust inside me.
burns.
i seeps out my skin.
you can smell the dishonesty.
you can read the shadiness all over my face.
how long will i wait.
how far will i drag this dead horse.
before i give in.

i wish i would have walked away.
i should have never smiled.
or taken that drink.
turned around and not looked back.
never.
then i wouldnt be here.
i wouldnt be distracted.
and frustrated.
and down to fuck.

sometimes im psychic.
and i can see the future.
and i see myself.
on top.
fucking his brains out.
and loving every minute of it.

if you fuck them.
they will cum.
i will ruin this for everyone.

by sexinrichmond
image courtesy of Kamilla Burke

March 29, 2009. dicks in our box, sexinrichmond. 2 comments.

Dicks in Our Box: I sucked the essence out of his dick


I’m at work and all I can think about is riding him like a cowboy on a fucking bull. I want to lock my knees and hold on for dear life. I want to lace myself up in a corset that is far to small for my breast and heels way to high to walk in. He doesn’t care about any of that stuff but it makes me feel like a vixen so I lace up my boots. When he looks at me I know I am the finest Women he has ever tasted. I am almost a God. He kisses me sweetly like he always does and then he aggressively pushes me on the bed. I lay down and he slaps my ass and flips me over. I love getting fucked from behind.

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I make his black snake moan. When he cums his top lip rolls back and his crooked teeth stick out. I love those stupid fucking teeth. He makes me cum every time. I think my vagina tries to suck the essence out of his dick. NO, My vagina sucks the essence out of his dick. The tattoo on his chest lifts up and down as his breathing slows down. I roll over and I place my hand under my left breast in a puddle of sweat and cum. These sheets are dirty and so am I.

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March 15, 2009. blowjobs, dick sucking, dicks in our box, ligerbeat, masonroselee. Leave a comment.

Dicks In Our Box: I’m going to teach you a lesson

I am listening to Fugazi and trying to decide what underwear I should wear. Do I stay sexy and go black and sheer or do I wear something normal and cute. Do I want him to know that I am planning to have sex with him. I think I am thinking too much.

I decide on normal underwear and a fancy push up bra. The bra is uncomfortable I can’t wait too take it off. I arrive at his house. He is beautiful. I remind myself not to tell him he is beautiful.

I pull out a wine bottle opener and I start drinking directly from the bottle. He is trying to impress me. He is babbling on about music and politics. I want to fuck. He gets up and sits closer to me. He kisses me. Soft. He kisses me. Hard. Clothes off heels stay on. I want it badly. He notices. He teases me with his massive dick. He kisses me like he wishes he loved me. I kiss him back the same. I am sitting on his lap and his nails are digging at my back. He makes me beg for it. I would bark like a fucking dog for this guy and drink water out of a bowl if he asked me to. He fucks me from behind on the sofa. I can feel every inch of him inside of me. My body opens up to him like a flower to sunlight. We have amazing chemistry I can feel energy in him when we touch.

He makes me beg to get on top. He kisses my neck and says “I know you are holding back tell me what you want”. I tell him I want him to put his hand on my neck and pull my hair. I tell him I want him to fuck me like its the last time he will ever cum. I tell him to tell me how much he wants me and how Good I feel. I make him switch positions with me. He gets on all fours and I slap his ass with one hand while I jerk him off with the other. I use my own cum as his lubricant. He tries to hold back his moans. I kiss his back and bite his shoulders. He rolls his head and looks back at me. He looks so strong and confident. I lick his asshole and finger him until he cums. He tells me he’s never done this before. I tell him we can try anything that he likes we can both be student and teacher. We get dressed and drink a few pbrs and then I go home. It was a good night. He is interesting. Very young and at times immature but he has a sweetness in him that is very pure. My Infatuation for him has turned to admiration.

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March 9, 2009. clit'rature, dicks in our box. Leave a comment.

Dicks in our box:What a man

I used to have a man who…

-could fuck me four times a day, for a year.
-would beg me to blow him.
-loved to rip my tank top in half as foreplay.
-I hated, which made the sex even better.
-would slip his fingers in me whenever he could.
-would go down on me while I was on the phone.
-routinely wanted me to shove my fingers in his ass while blowing him.
-I had a foursome with.
-had the most beautiful dick ever.
– traveled 6 hours for a booty call.
– loved to fuck me on my roommate’s bed.
– said the most beautiful part of a woman was her “belly”.
I used to have a man who would fuck me, period.

March 3, 2009. dicks in our box, ligerbeat, salt and peppa. Leave a comment.

Dicks In Our Box: Dicksucking?


I am rather shy sexually at first. I am not totally comfortable with my naked body and being sexual. However, when I do begin to get comfortable, good things can start to happen. I have never been a fan of blowjobs. For some reason I was never into it, never thought I had the skills, never was really requested of me, so I sort of ignored that they existed. My new boy however has an amazing dick and I couldnt keep my mouth off it. I woke up the morning after all night romping and just could not help from starting my day with a nice long blow job, followed naturally by some more morning romping. I fucking love dick sucking now. Hooray! thats all…Fucking is awesome too!

March 3, 2009. blowjobs, dick sucking, dicks in our box. Leave a comment.

Dicks In Our Box: DTF?

DTF?

Oh my, apparently according to my friends I am not the nicest person when I haven’t had sex in awhile. I have this guy friend that is a little bit more than just a friend and we have been dating on off for about 6 years now. Physically he is beautiful but he is crazy, hence the reason why we have not been able to date consistently. Recently we both had decided to meet up and go on a date and have sex afterwards. But when I could not get to his place the time he wanted me there, he jerked off and I was left in the cold horny as shit (more to story too many details). Desperate, I went into my pocket and dug out an old booty call. That ended up being disastrous because that guy had smoked too much weed the night before we hooked up and kept getting tired.

So, for a week I suffered with the memory of a bad lay, good sex pasted and bloody pads (cause I was on my period). After that week, my period ended, and I ran into a good friend at Ipanema and told her the situation. She told me to text him and get that good sex I wanted. She told me that I should be able to get laid in this city no problem and just text him “dtf”? I was like really? That will work? So, I let her and her friend text him “dtf”? Cause I was kinda over it. He shouldn’t had been inpatient and I thought to myself why was he being such an ass and was he really worth my time? But when my friend told me to just text him, I realized my problem. I need to not think so much about things and just say what I want. Sex is sex, and if I want it I should ask for it. Like TLC said: “ain’t too proud to beg, nah”.

Anyways, he responds to the text and we end up sending each other sexy texts all night and making plans to fuck the next day. I wanted to kiss my friend for helping me get some, cause good sex is like chocolate cake or brownies; fucking great! I went to the guy’s place the next day, we talked, he apologized, I looked hot and then he took me to his room and started kissing me. His lips were like heaven and as he kissed me he started to take my clothes off. He took off my shirt, then my bra and let me keep my boots on. Then he laid me out on his bed and sucked on my breast and bit my nipples softly while fingering me. He put his fingers in deep when he would bite and caress my clit as well. He was like: “it this what you want”? I was like hell yeah! And then he started to lick around my pussy still fingering and alternating bites and sucking on my breast. I was so turned on and then he placed another finger slowly in my ass and I felt like my body was warming. He then kneeled over and kissed me while still alternating fingers on my clit, pussy, and butt. Amazing he was, and then he whispered in my ear: “should I get a condom”? I said, yes. But before he went to get a condom I gave him some amazing head. He got a condom turned me over and placed me doggy style with my ass hanging off the side of his bed and he was behind me. He fucked me doggy style and I could feel his balls slapping my ass. He spanked me hard and my butt jiggled and he went deeper while holding my neck. He started fucking faster and I starting cuming while he was choking me gently slapping his balls against my ass. Then he pulled me in close to him and put his dick in deep and whispered in my ear he was going to cum. His roommates were home and I am sure they heard me moan. I orgasm, and he cumed in my mouth and on my breasts.

Moral of story: dtf text works and if you want sex just say so.

March 3, 2009. dicks in our box, dtf, sexinrichmond. Leave a comment.

Dicks In Our Box: Things I’m Barely Tolerating This Week

Before I rattle off the list of things I’m barely tolerating this week, I will explain how on Wednesday I find myself with a new dude who is texting me to the point of chronic irritation. Last Saturday afternoon shortly before dinner, I am forced by a persistant friend to leave my bed (I spent all day sleeping one off) so I can listen to her talk at length about dudes. As per standard. I show up smelling like I belong in a barn, hair fucked into an enormous hank at the back of my head, wearing flip flops and a DARE t-shirt, still hung over and irritated that I’m not in my room with the blinds drawn. So we trade stories about trawling for bottom feeders and repeat offenders in crappy bars, leaving out none of the obscene details. All of this is usual. Only this afternoon, there is some dude there I have met briefly once or twice, but who listens to us both prattle on at length about the people in our beds the night before. I actually thought he was gay, so I wasn’t too embarassed (but more about that later). Long and short of it, I think him attractive but boring, and apparently he likes the way my tits look in my stinky DARE shirt. I make up an excuse to leave because I’m tired of listening to him talk about being a salesman after criticizing my friends ill-manicured nails. He texts me, I go to the bar without him to get drunk, I text him after last call, he comes over… [yes, I am a six dollar whore]. THE CONVERSATION IS AWFUL. And now we have arrived at the list of things about him that I am barely tolerating this week and will probably not be tolerating next week.

1. He is a helpless fiend for text messaging. This included sending pix messages of the view from
my apartment to his roommate.
2. He talked at length about his “bromance” with his roommate, how close they are, how terribly he misses him when he’s gone, etc. I know everyone is a little bit gay, but come on now…
3. After seeing that every surface in my room is covered in stacks of books, he comments that he only has two books, and that he hasn’t read anything in two years.
4. He looks through my closet, commenting that I don’t have many clothes or shoes.
5. He tells me that he has 32 pairs of shoes. This makes his shoe-to-book ratio 32:1.
6. We wear the same perfume.
7. He tells me how much the car payment is for his Audi.
8. He thinks it is all right to use the word “cuddling” when not preceeded by the phrase “I hate”.
9. He expressed irritation that he couldn’t find his Marc Jacobs sunglasses; he could only find his white-rimmed aviator Raybans.
10. And to round the list off at an even ten, I will repeat, WE WEAR THE SAME PERFUME.

So the guy’s a dandy straight out of an Oscar Wilde novel. But, because the sex was awe-inspiring, multiple orgasm inducing, second only to one person in memory, and in short almost WORTH THE PAIN, I saw him again Monday. He spent the first forty minutes in the bar two-handed texting his roommate/gay fake husband, and finally he asked me to put his phone away. I was heaving a relieved sigh and fiddling with his jacket pocket when he PULLED OUT A SECOND BLACKBERRY. Motherfucker’s got two. Later, he seemed unhappy with my choice of outfits and tried to convince me that I should take off my hoodie and put on the tiny jacket thing he’s wearing. So, of course, in the future he will doubtlessly try to dress me like the life-sized blonde Barbie he always wanted. I spend every moment I possibly can steal standing at the bar making fun of him to whomever will listen, because, apparently, laughing at his expense does NOT get old. Later, he drove me to his loft in his Audi and fucked all of my reservations about his mind-numbing materialism right out of my head. And every time I hear my phone beep to indicate that I have a text message, my heart sinks a little in dread of what inanity demands my response. Last night, he referred to himself as a “sad boii”. And then I threw up all over my not-nearly-stylish-enough shoes.

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February 22, 2009. dicks in our box. Leave a comment.