early morning play

First things first... I haven't seen Ephemeral for all of 4 days, so needless to say I'm rather horny. As soon as I finish this I think it's safe to assume I'll be "taking a long shower." I wonder if I'm really clinically a nympho, as has been suggested to me before? I don't think an orgasm a day is excessive, is it? But I digress...

Sunday night I really wanted to go out dancing, especially since the gothy club we tend to frequent was having a burlesque show. Sadly, Ephemeral was not feeling up to it, but he graciously dropped me off there, and after a night of fun, my other friend A. brought me back to my love's house. Mind you, it was about 3 am - I opened the door to find a rather sleepy looking boyfriend. After shedding all of my clothes, save the thong, I crawled under the covers next to him. We cuddled together for awhile, but it seemed we were both pretty wide awake. This was confirmed when I inquired... "I think you owe me something for making me stay up this late," he purred in my ear. I grinned and asked him what he wanted. "My every sexual desire fufilled," came the response, to which I eagerly replied, "done."

He first had me between his legs, my rather small mouth open as wide as it could go to accomodate his cock being pushed down my throat. I dutifully took as much as I could, feeling the familiar sting of pain as the head hit the back of my throat, that thrilling lack of air, gasping for breath in between running my tongue up and down the front of his shaft. He handed me the lube, and I performed a favorite move of his with my hands... both twisting gently, one at the base, the other moving up and down the length of it.

"Lie down," he told me, and I lay on my tummy and grabbed a pillow to bury my face in, knowing full well what was coming next. This position has come to be a favorite of ours... me as positioned, legs together, while he straddles me above and fucks my pussy mercilessly. I know having my legs together makes me tighter for him, and the angle of penetration is absolutely perfect for hitting all the right places. The pillow is to muffle my cries a bit... I am very much a screamer, and I attempt to be somewhat courteous to his poor roommates. He came all over me from navel to the part in my hair; Ephemeral is rather virile, to say the least. After a bit of cleanup, we both rolled over and fell into sleep. Waking up the next morning was rather painful, of course, but I for one think it was indeed worth it.

Hope that somewhat makes up for our long silence... comments are, as always, appreciated.

*waves*

Damn, no posts since June?  Apolgies.
 
If you're wondering why this doesn't get updated very often... well, it is a sex blog.  I have my livejournal for my everyday life (no, I don't think I'll be posting the link), and thus Coitalitarian is only reserved for when I (we) feel the need to write of something pervy.  Despite this, I notice we seem to have a decent number of hits, accidental or hopefully intentional, so I will try to update more frequently, with a goal of at least once a week.  Sound good?  That said, I have to go hop in the shower before work now; I will be rubbing my lavender-scented shower gel all over my body... making my skin nice and slippery... letting the water pour over my exposed flesh... perhaps letting my fingers wander a bit if the mood strikes...
 
I'll leave you with that for now.  *winks and departs*
 
 

yes, the blog is still active

Apologies for the slight lack of posts... Ephemeral's been working rather hard lately on other projects, as have I. But here are some little musings to entertain you.

As you may have guessed by the fact I enjoy detailing my sexual exploits for the faceless populous that comprises the internet, I'm very much into exhibitionism, especially of late. One of the things I've been getting off to (twice today, come to think of it *grins*) is the idea of just walking around topless. I admit, I'm jealous of you boys' ability to saunter around sans-shirt... shouldn't we girls have the same right? Ironic that America is all about freedom and such and the general populous goes into a spasm when shown nipple from a 'wardrobe malfuntion', but in Europe the unclothed form is a constant fact, and people don't even bat an eye. Hell, the Vogue my mother brought me back from france had constant nudity, mostly female, and that was a fashion magazine aimed (I assume) at women.

...but I digress.

Merely the idea of being out in public, tits on display, and the open staring of the passerby is enough to get me wet. Perhaps it's the forbidden aspect, perhaps it's a slight vain indulgence (yes, I do enjoy the way my body looks), perhaps the feeling of freedom... whatever it may be, I want to do it someday. When I get to Europe, I'm definitely hitting a topless beach. In the meantime, I propose a modified clause to the indecent exposure laws that says pretty, lithe young Seraphs can go around with as little clothing as they please. Who's with me?

switch...

I must admit, as much as I enjoy submitting to Ephemeral, it can be wonderful to have him under my command. His recent post was an order from me last night, since he has been lacking the time to update of his own will. He writes wonderfully, doesn't he? In any case, here's my account of our dalliance, for your reading pleasure.

After a lazy evening around the house, Ephemeral departed to go have a cigarette on his front porch before bed. Having been toying with the idea of taking charge all day, I took the opportunity to remove most of my clothing, save black bra and cute little black kimono-embroidery thong, and slide into my black thigh-high stockings, which make me feel very sex-goddess. Hair was pulled out of its ponytail so that it fell in soft waves around my shoulders. After a few quick cosmetic touch-ups, I headed back to the bedroom. It was my intent to be lying on the bed as he came back into the room, but just as I was coming around the corner from the bathroom, he opened the door. I paused in the doorway, he paused in the middle of the room, an expression of pleasant surprise on his features as he took in what I was wearing...

He came toward me, caressed my mostly-exposed pale flesh with a wonderfully wicked grin. I don't think he was expecting the string of commands that followed, but he obeyed nonetheless. "You're wearing entirely too many clothes... remove them," I purred, the thrill of watching him do so sending a pleasant warmth between my thighs. We pressed together again, kisses becoming more urgent, enjoying the taste of him. I misremember now what I said, but I do recall that his answer did not end with "M'lady." "How do you address me?" I asked sharply, pulling back to look at him. He did not answer right away, so I posed the question again, grabbing a handful of long dark hair to force him to look at me. "Yes, M'lady," he replied, in a tone that was neither repentant nor respectful. (Which, of course, was just what I wanted.) "Stay there," I commanded, going over to my bag and pulling out a pair of black tights, and my wooden hairbrush. Turning him so that his back was to me, I tied his wrists together with a hurried knot of the silky fabric. I pulled him back around so that we faced each other, a smirk playing upon my lips. "Now then... I believe you did not address me properly... how many times? Twice, at least?" "Far too many, M'lady," he mumbled. "That's right," I replied, caressing his cheek. "Now, I'd say 10 strokes for each, so that makes 20... you are to count them off, with 'M'lady' after each, to better help you remember how to address me in the future. Is that clear?" He gave his assent, and I bent him forward gently. Running the back of my flat brush over one of his perfect ass cheeks, I pulled back and administered the first stroke, the 'pop' of wood hitting flesh resounding wonderfully, puntuated by his soft, "One, M'lady." This continued all the way up to "20, M'lady," after I allowed him to straighten up, and caressed and praised him for taking it so well.

There was more to our lovely evening, of course, but alas I have other things to take care of... suffice it to say it only got better from there. I feel like I'm getting more comfortable with being in charge, which is quite a confidence booster. Perhaps more of this in the future... for now, play nice, kids.

PS ~ We went shopping as well yesterday... as far as lube goes, I -highly- recommend Eros Pjur... it's this german stuff that's absolutely wonderful, very smooth and non-sticky. It's rather pricy, but a little goes a long way, and it's worth it.

As per instructed

It might be a common occurance, the young man coming home to his own house, the particular room he dubs "his," the bed where he sleeps and the walls upon which hang his pictures. He eats a conservative dinner of prepared food with a "just add water" set of instructions watches a movie or two, and heads in the direction of the aforementioned bed so as to rest for the next days trials.

Now... the young blonde standing in the doorway of his bathroom, thigh-highs the color of midnight on her legs, breasts all but spilling from a bit of undergarment *he* picked out, and a rather slinky bit of cloth covering the other bit of flesh he so covets... would not be so common an occurance.

The ways in which she seductively binds his hands with a length of satin, bends him over, and administers his punishment for not finishing his sentences with "m'lady" would also fall into this category of "uncommon occurances."

As he types these words she sits beside him and runs her hands along the length of his cock, quite rigid from the attention it is receiving and anticipates receiving. The bra is gone, as are his clothes, and his tongue plays along the side of her neck so that she keeps her head turned and saves his work for tomorrow's hours passing.

He cannot help but devise scenes in his minds eye for the night's upcoming events. How he intends to bend her over the side of his bed and pound her mercilessly from behind, slowing every so often and watching lingeringly as the full length of his cock slids out from the dripping folds of her cunt, only to be driven full sheathed a moment later. How he intends to make her moan and gasp for breath as he pushes inch after inch down her throat, taking care to make sure she's looking him in the eye as the tears begin to run when she gags.

He must cut this short, as she grows impatient and calls him bedside for "terrible things."

naughty me...

I love that Ephemeral takes an interest in making sure I do my school stuff. It makes me feel very cared-about. Here's a somewhat paraphrased version of our conversation that made me smile yesterday:

Ephemeral: So, did you get all your reading done?
Seraph: Uhh... sort of.
E: Sort of meaning... not at all?
S: ...yeah.
E: Bad girl... I'm going to have to give you a spanking.
S: Ooh, promise?
E: Oh wait... maybe the punishment should be I won't give you a spanking.
S: Hey! Now that's mean.

Hehe. In other news, I discovered the combined sounds of the shower running and the fan in there are loud enough to cover up the sounds of my rather unconventional vibe... meaning I can get myself off when my roommates are in the next room and they are none the wiser. Provided I can keep my moaning to a decent level of quietness, lol. Granted, they may wonder at my extended time spent in the shower... let them wonder. *grins* So I'm a happy sated Seraph for the time being... and I'm going to go be a good girl now and finish my reading so I can get my punishment.

just wondering

What is the big problem so many chicks seem to have with giving head? My observations are based on the lamenting of my male friends... the girl is either just horrible at it, thinks it's disgusting, or treats it as a "I'll tolerate it on special occasions" thing.

Personally, I love it.

I love watching Ephemeral's face as I take as much of him down my throat as I can, I love hearing him moan when I do something that feels particularly good, I love the naughty feeling I get when his cock goes too deep and I choke (for some reason the whole erotic asphyxiation thing is appealing to me of late), I love knowing that I'm the only girl he's been with that can make him come by giving him head alone (so he says, anyway, lol), I love the unmistakable body language that lets me know he's close, and I especially love it when he comes on me, feeling the hot slippery stuff between my tits and sliding down my tummy. I think my favorite thing about it though is knowing I'm concentrating soley on pleasing him, and it makes him happy.

So ladies, lighten up a little. Once you get the hang of it, it's really rather easy to make a guy come, and trust me, he'll adore you for it. Perhaps I should give lessons... 'Seraph's School of Sucking' does have a nice ring to it, no? *grins*