Clit’rature: The Treatment.

Every time it works the same. I wait until I really really need it, and then I call you, hang up, and start breaking up a Dutch, keeping one eye on the window, waiting for you to come through. Of course there are others, but sometimes I need to fall back on a good solid no-nonsense fuck, and you’re always obliged to handle me. Today it’s snowing, but I have a feeling you’ll brave the storm to show, and sure enough, just as I’m waving my lighter over the freshly-rolled blunt, I see your figure, dressed all in black, cutting through the white of the snowy street beneath my window. I feel the butterflies start to go off as soon as I go down to let you in.

I open the door and you back me up into my room almost immediately, hands guiding my waist, get my clothes off and out of the way. I can tell that you’re angry I’ve stayed away for so long. You knead my tits in your hands and kiss me, feel yourself getting hard. Trace my lips with your thumb, then push it into my mouth, parting my lips just enough for you to slide the tip of your dick across my tongue, feel my mouth wrap around you and take you in. Stroke the hair out of my face, wrap your hand around the back of my neck, watch my head move over you, all the way up, all the way down, until you can’t take it any more and start begging me to stop so you can fuck me. I tease you some more and then gladly acquiesce.

You pin me down, spread one hand over my ribcage, wedged right up under my tits, and the other across the small of my back, right above my ass, because you know I like to throw it back but it’s been a while and right now you just want to hold me down and give it to me hard and slow and feel me take it. Ask me how bad I need it, how much I’ve been thinking about it, lean your body down over mine, put your ear next to my mouth so you can hear my answer which comes out in garbled lovespeak. Take your hand off my back and wrap it around my throat, ask me to say it again. Then again. Then again: you make me feel so fucking good. Watch my eyes fill all the way up with love and then shut, watch my skin flush hot and my mouth open and close around your fingers and the skin on the back of your hand at the same time my pussy is sputtering all over your cock.

Once the aftershocks have subsided, you flip me over and pin my legs up, your big hands gripping into the soft arches of my feet as you move over me. Push it in deep and hold it, look at me like I’m a question you don’t know the answer to. Let me reach up and pull your face down close to mine, slide my tongue and the tips of my teeth across your earlobes, feel my hand stroking your stomach, hear me tell you how bad I want you to pull out and bust all over my tits.

And then you can’t help but do just that, and I bite my lip and giggle, and you pull me into the tightest stickiest spoonhug, and I trace my fingers through the cum on my chest and feel you bury your face into the nape of my neck, catching your breath against me. I pull the blunt off the dresser and blaze it up, the lighter illuminating us for three seconds, and then we smoke and bullshit and make each other laugh until we fall asleep all twisted together. I dip in the morning for work, leaving you to see yourself out until the next time I decide I need to get treated.

Words and picture by Tits Magoo.

March 9, 2009. blowjobs, blunts, clit'rature, dirty talk, dtf, reg rides, tits magoo. 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.