Sweet Dreams

New Story: Beware offensive!!!

2005-10-03T17:53:00.000-04:00

This new story of mine could be very offensive. So please don't read it if you are easily offended.

Sweet.

New Story

2005-10-03T17:44:00.000-04:00

I have a new story coming soon on literotica. It's even nastier than usual. Just a plan old wank story, nothing more and nothing less.

Rape At Dusk.

“Let’s fuck this bitch,” said Jazz.

“Yeah,” agreed Jordan.

The bitch was just some white slut that they had seen walking down Oswald Street in a tight short red skirt and a silvery halter top that put her tits on full display. She stood there, nameless and voiceless with fear in her eyes. She looked from one to the other, realizing quickly that there was no way to fight them off. They were tall and muscular and intimidating.

“Please…” she started to say.

“Shut the fuck up bitch,” Jazz said. “When I want you to open your fuckin’ mouth, I’ll shove my cock in it, got it.”

She stood frozen in fear.

“He said, got it, bitch,” said Jazz. “You better answer when you’re asked a fucking question.”

The young woman nodded her blond head silently. For this she got a slap across the face from Jazz. “I want to hear you say, yes sir.”

With tears in her green eyes and a red mark across her face, she managed to choke out, “Yes sir.”

“Now let’s get this straight,” said Jordan. “You are our whore. I don’t give a fuck what your name is, because you don’t have a name. Your name is whore, slut, bitch- whatever the fuck I choose to call you. Whatever the fuck we tell you to do- you better do it if you want to fuckin’ live, you got it?”

The blonde’s eyes were welled up with tears. “Yes sir,” she answered quickly to avoid being hit again.

“Don’t even bother trying to scream, we own the police around her and ain’t nobody gonna help you. You scream, we’ll cut you open. You got that slut?”

“Yes sir,” she gulped.

“Now, what’s your name?”

“Ali-”

Another hard slap across the face. “Bitch! I said what’s your fucking name. Your fucking name is Bitch, you got it?”

“Yes sir.”

“What’s your fucking name?” Jordan asked again.

The blonde looked down at the sidewalk. “My name is Bitch,” she sobbed.
“Yeah, that’s write,” said Jazz holding her chin and tipping her face upward. “Now look at me and tell me. Oh yeah, and call me Sir, bitch.”
The girls sobs broke out and she choked on them. Fat salty tears streamed out of her shining eyes and down her soft pink cheeks. Jazz put pressure on her jaw to let her know he was serious.
“My name is Bitch, sir.”
The two big dark men laughed. “You got that shit straight. Get down on your knees.”
The bitch knelt down, her bare knees dug into the sidewalk. It was barely dusk and she couldn’t believe that this street was completely deserted. It was almost as if this had been planned out. There were no pedestrians, no cars, not even a hooker or a drug dealer or a shop keeper. She was utterly alone, and at the mercy of these two men. What would happen if she didn’t obey them was- well, it was to dangerous to even contemplate.
Jazz laughed as he unzipped his pants, pulling out a long dark tool. “Open your mouth, slut,” he commanded. She had often wondered what it would feel like to give a blowjob to a cock like this, dark long and chocolate. But Jazz gave her no chance to practice her technique, he just slammed the swollen organ into her mouth and began skull fucking her. He grabbed her hair and yanked while his buddy cheered him on.
“Fuck that little white slut’s mouth. Cram it in deep. I’m getting hard just watching you slam this whore’s mouth.” He pulled out his own weapon and started stroking it. “Ok, now slow down, buddy, let’s give this slut a chance to show what she’s made of. I bet she knows how to give a brother good head.”
Jazz slowed down. “All right whore, lick it. And I want to hear you moaning you fucking little slut, and tell me I’m the man.”
The bitch began licking the underside of his dark shaft, through her fear and past her salty tears she moaned as if in pleasure. Her voice said things she never expected to say, but she felt- she knew- that her survival depended on it. “Mmm, this cock is so good sir. Let me suck your big hard cock sir, just let me taste it. Your hard cock is making my pussy so hot and wet,” she licked the head of his cock just as clear ooze ran out so she sucked it up as if it were sweet cream. She realized that her lips where beginning to get moist, and she was oddly enjoying the sensation of sliding her tongue over his hard black cock. Something about being ordered to lick him like this was so freeing, and she began to embrace her inner desires; her inner slut. The next thing she knew, she was lapping at his balls and telling him she was nothing but a worthless crosskicking whore. It was words that he told her to use, but she felt a jolt of recognition as they left her mouth.
Jazz grabbed another fistful of hair and pulled her face up toward his, while she serviced his balls and the underside of his cock. “You’re a fucking worthless bitch,” he affirmed. “You’ll crawl for me on your knees and suck me off till I blow my wad across your dirty little face. And you know you deserve it, to you nasty whore. Cuz you’re just a bitch without a name. Sent to this street to serve your masters, and that’s me and my buddy here who’s about to fuck your worthless little snatch.”
She moaned again, partly turned on, partly in fear. Her eyes still watered, though weather it was from effort or terror was hard to discern. She certainly was working hard on that blow job. Jazz let her suck him into her mouth, filled her throat completely and then pushed himself deep in, causing her to choke. Then he gave her a break while he watched her cheeks sink in to suck him off, and then he slid back to far again while squeezing her hair. He liked to see her choke on his tool. He liked to see a helpless bitch with tears in her eyes, choke on a cock shoved too deep into her lungs.
Jordan took off his shirt and put it underneath his knees as he crouched behind her. He reached under her with his hand to rub her quivering pussy and was pleasantly surprised to see how wet she was. “I can smell your pussy, slut,” he hissed at her. “I can feel your wet juices dripping down my hand. Tell me how much you like sucking that black cock slut.”
“Yes sir,” the blonde nameless bitch panted. “I love having a hard black dick slide down my throat. I admit it, I’m a filthy whore.”
“You bet your ass bitch,” said Jordan as he slid his aching cock into her wet juicy box. “This bitch is wet,” he told his friend. “I think she’s liking this shit.” He squeezed her tits while he slammed her from behind.
“Maybe we’re being too nice,” laughed Jazz. “I’d like to see some fresh tears on this bitches face.” Then her grabbed the back of her head and shoved himself in deep, only this time he held it to the back of her throat until she was struggling to get free. “Not so easy bitch, your worthless mouth is mine.” Tears steamed from her eyes as she silently begged to be released. Satisfied that he had hurt her enough, he eased out.
Jordan did his job, slamming into her womb so deep and hard that she cried out in pain. Jazz only laughed at her discomfort. “Beg me to do that again,” he ordered. She was quaking with fear and she shook her head no. Jazz was livid and he slapped her twice and yanked her hair. “Beg me to choke you on my cock bitch. Beg for it or your gonna get fucked up bad.”
“Please Sir! Please!” she begged. But she couldn’t bring herself to say it, and he had to slap her again.
“Please what, whore? You don’t have a fucking choice here, you say what I tell you. You’re my little bitch remember?”
“Please, choke me on your cock,” she begged. “Please, gag me with your big black dick.”
“Sir, bitch, sir” he said yanking her hair. “Say it all over again.”
She choked out the words between heavy sobs, which seemed to make his cock grow even harder and Jordan‘s too, grow in her pussy. “Please, sir, choke me on your cock sir. Please gag me sir, gag me with your big black dick sir.”
“Since you put it so nicely,” he snickered and slammed to the back of her throat again. More tears fell down her face as she tried to break free. At last he pulled all the way out of her mouth. “Kiss it,” he ordered her. “Kiss it and worship it.”
She did as she was told, kissing his cock and telling him how much she worshiped it. She couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth. Moments ago this weapon of torture was making it impossible for her to breath, making her feel like she would die with it lodged in the back of her throat and now she was kissing it lovingly and talking to it as if it were her king- or her god.
“Tell me how you love that cock in your pussy,” he told her as Jordan worked his rough magic in and out of her slippery snatch. “Tell me how much you love that black cock stretching your pink pussy so wide.”
“Yes!” she moaned. “Yes, I love being fucked by big black cock. Slam that black cock into my pink pussy. Make me your little white whore.” She wondered how much of this she meant, the cock pounding her from behind felt wonderful. Still, here on a deserted street, she found herself kneeling and being forced to be a whore to two huge black men. She was terrified and inexplicably turned on. She couldn’t admit to herself that these words were her own. “Fuck my white pussy with your black cock, sir. Fuck me like a little whore.”
“I want to fuck your ass raw,” Jordan threatened.
“NO!” she cried out. She couldn’t imagine the pain of that huge cock searing into her ass, tearing it wide and raw. “NO! Please, God, no!” Her terror returned as Jordan terrorized her with his desires.
“I’m going to split your ass with my big dick, fuck you inside out your fucking little worthless cunt. I’m going to bust your ass wide open.”
“No, No, No!” she begged and pleaded and cried. But Jazz only laughed and forced his cock back into her mouth, albeit not as far as he had before. She was forced to suck him as he gripped her hair and continued to laugh at her.
“I bet your ass is tight and hot. I’d love a good dry fuck, you little whore. You’re gonna take my dick up your ass weather you like it or not, ain’t that write little bitch? Ain’t that right?”
He pulled out, intent on slamming her ass, but instead he was cumming all up her back. Jazz pulled out of her mouth and shot his load across her face and up into her hair. It seemed that they came on her forever, with jets of sticky goo blasting into her hair and face and over her back and down her ass crack forever. A thick stream even made its way down her ass and into her pussy wet of it’s own accord.
When they finished coming, and she felt like collapsing, they began scooping up all the loose come and shoving it into her mouth, feeding it to her. “Eat my cum you little bitch,” they both kept repeating. “Eat our cum like the whore you are.”
Alison lay there as the sticky cum seemed to evaporate from her body and the taste of swallowing the thick splooge disappeared. On her soft mattresses, she began to feel the real world return around her. Her wrinkled middle finger wet from dipping into her own pussy was no longer welcome on her sensitive clit. She could hear her heavy breathing and even feel the dampness on her cheeks where she had managed to work herself up to real tears.
She sat up, alone but still a bit embarrassed. She lived in a very integrated neighborhood, and she had friends of all races. Something told her that the fantasy that she had just indulged in was not in the least bit politically correct. The white girl being fucked- no raped- by two black thugs. The white girl realizing that she liked it, in fact wanted it more than anything in the world. She even knew that it was a myth that black men had bigger cocks, and weren’t any more prone to violence, but she couldn’t get these thoughts out of her head. She knew that her friends, Jazz and Jordan would never never do any of those things to her, but as she got up to run her shower, she blushed, thinking that she wished sometimes that they would.

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2005-09-05T11:47:00.000-04:00

I was playing around with the layout and design of my blog and now I can't find the spot for comments on entries. WTF???

I told you I was new at this...

Originally posted Jan 2003

2005-09-05T05:32:00.000-04:00

Everybody is different in how much sex they would like or expect in a relationship (or in some cases not in a relationship, whatever floats your boat) For some, 3x a week is a lot, for others it's barely any.

here is my IDEAL sex schedule:

kinky sex ------------3x a week
tender sex ----------1x a week
quickies--------------3x a week
Marathon sex-------1 day a week

Yeah, that's a lot of sex (a little over once a day), but it's basically an ideal or a goal. I wouldn't say I'd be totally unsatisfied with anything less, but I would probably feel pretty satisfied with this general amount.So what is your ideal amount/kind of sex? (6x a week, or 6x a year?) How close to it have you been able to achieve. What are the biggest bariers to "meeting your goal" (ie, partners sex drive, work, family, ect) Do you ever have to have sex more often than you'd like-- maybe to please a partner with a higher sex drive? If you'd like to have sex less often, how do you get out of it, or how do you feel having to do it when you don't really feel up to it? Do you ever wish your partner would approach you, or that they would stop approaching you, and give you the chance to approach them?In short, how does your real sex life compare with your ideal?

***update: at the time I wrote this my sex life was sadly lacking. These days however, things are looking up and I'm happy to report that I'm getting just about the right amount to keep me happy. (which is fairly often, lol)

Originally posted Jan 2003

2005-09-05T05:26:00.000-04:00

Hatred is blinding. We are all in the same boat.

Hatred is blinding and I see how it has blinded me to seeing all sides, even before I realize that I felt that way.Sometimes it is easier to change the world than to change yourself. I have some self reflection to do.

I'm beginning to feel that perhaps we can work for our rights without fighting *against* anyone in particular (such as men or any particular political party) If in fact we can begin to work together, perhaps we can get things done instead of wasting time trying to hurt each other. If we fight against we will only get opposition, but if we fight together, we will find strength and common goals.

If I had realized this five years ago, I could have saved myself a lot of heartache. I just realized tonight that I have even delt with my personal relationships in an oppositional way, as if everything where a contest to be won. But in relationships, when one loses you both lose, so when you win, what have you really won? We are in the same boat, as they say.

We need to show men and women, blacks whites jews and everybody else that we are in the same boat, so that we can all begin to paddle together.

If I must think in terms of something vs something, rather than women vs men, I will try to think in terms of people vs injustice. But even that may not be right. Finding the common thread, what do we both want and how can we achieve it?

The world in general perhaps is too adversarial, and I too easily fell into the same patern and embraced the notion of "Me against the world." And not entirely without reason. It seemed to me that I needed the protection that it afforded me. I had wall I didn't even know that I had. But rather than protect me, they have pushed people away and created more problems in my life. What if the world were not against me- what if it were on my side? As a part of the world, my success is its success. You might be thinking now that someone must have stollen my password, but I have had one of those days containing what Oprah calls 'a lightbulb moment.' - a sudden paradigm shift.

It is an emotional and spiritual day for me. I am overwealmed. I hope that I have been able to expess these changes that are taking place within me, and I hope that I am able to embrace and continue to grow with them.

After enlightenment comes work.

A sample of my smut:

2005-09-05T04:36:00.000-04:00

Mira and Alicia: College Roommatesby sweetnpetite ©
Mira was my roommate in college. I had such a crush on her, but I couldn't tell her that. She worked as a waitress in one of those college hangouts where the girls wore tight blue jeans and low cut tops. The first time I went there to eat, and she was working, I couldn't believe my eyes. I had always known that Mira was pretty, but decked out for this job where the prettier and flirtier you were, the better tips you made, I could tell that Mira was raking in the dough. Or at least she should have been.

Mira was by far the curviest waitress in the place. She had large amazingly curvaceous breasts. The kind that earns your boyfriend an elbow in the side, because he can't help but turn and look. She also had hips. Not wannabe hips, but real knock me over, knock me out, put Jennifer Lopez to shame hips. She was not a skinny girl. No, she was a fine full-bodied woman. She had long dark hair, and wide dark eyes and round cheeks that dimpled when she smiled. She was at once cute, beautiful, sexy and pretty.

As roommates we were pretty familiar with each other, feeling comfortable changing our shirts in front of each other and stuff like that. Mira usually wore a very basic and serviceable plain bra in cream, black or my favorite, brown which matched perfectly against her skin. Even without sexy underwear, Mira's breasts looked amazing.

My own breasts, which I had always considered to be big enough at a C-cup seemed insignificant when I looked at hers. I was filled with a mixture of envy and arousal. And then, guilt. How would she feel if she knew I was having these thoughts about her? How would she feel if she knew that every once in a while when I was masturbating, thoughts of her sometimes popped into my head? And when they did, they were so sudden and so satisfying that I found myself coming almost immediately?

Soon, I started thinking up fantasies that involved her right from the start. Each time I felt a little less guilty, but still strange for the first few minutes each time I saw her again. She was friendly, and even flirty sometimes but I know that she was at heart a traditional girl. She didn't come to college to experiment with her sexuality, but to get a degree and an education.

I don't remember quite how it happened, but a friendly conversation turned to the topic of masturbation. "How often do you do it?" she asked me rather bluntly.

"Uh- I- uh," I stumbled and stuttered. I could feel my face turning hot and bright red."Oh- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you," she apologized. "I just meant, well- how much do you think is too much?" Now she was the one to look embarrassed."

I don't know, I guess I never really thought about it. I don't think there really is a too much is there?" Now I was starting to wonder- maybe I was doing it too much.

"Well, sometimes I'll do it more than once a day. That doesn't seem obsessive to you?"

"Not really," I mumbled, thinking about the three times before lunch that I had fingered myself that day, and thinking of her no less. "I've heard that at least one orgasm a day is best for optimal health."

At this we both laughed like a couple of silly school-girls, which we were, more or less.

"Well, I've heard that there are different ways to do it," I told her loosing some of my shyness. "Which I just don't understand."

"You don't?"

I shook my head. "You do?"

"Yeah, you can- Well, tell me how you do it and I'll see if I can explain another way."

"That's just the thing. I don't know how to explain it. I just do it, y'know?"

"Well, um- you could show me," she suggested tentatively.I blushed beet red again.

"What do you mean?" I asked, thinking surely she wasn't saying what it sounded like she was saying.

"Well, you know. Show me... Do it. I mean, just so I can see your method."

"I don't know. That seems really, uh, personal."

"Oh, you don't have to if it makes you uncomfortable."

All of a sudden it was like I had a hot air balloon floating in the sky, and it just sunk back down to earth. I hadn't realized how much I really wanted to do it until she gave me such an easy out. I just didn't have the guts to admit that I wanted to.Then she said, "I promise, I'll be totally professional. Like a doctor."

Could it be, that she really wanted me to do this too- or was she just trying to help me out? I knew that if I backed out now, I'd never have the guts to do it."Ok, but- just close your eyes while I get started. Then when I'm a little more relaxed you can look."

She shut her eyes up really tight and I slipped out of my jeans shorts and already damp cotton panties. I laid back on the bed, shutting my eyes and reached down between my legs. I was so nervous, I felt that any minute a priest was going to come barging in the room yelling, "Sinner! Sinner! Repent!" But of course, no such thing happened. I wasn't even Catholic, and didn't know any priests. Still, it made a powerful visual, and it was difficult to relax.

I reached down to find myself surprisingly dry, probably from fear and embarrassment. Timidly, I brought my middle finger back up to my lips and sucked it past my lips to wet it. I brought my now wet finger down between my thighs and felt myself shiver at my own touch. I heard Mira inhale sharply but quietly as if surprised by her own reaction.

A faint smile played across my lips as I worked my finger around in a circular motion over my clit, my breathing becoming slow and deep. I worked myself into as much of a state of arousal as my nervousness allowed me, squeezing my eyes shut and ironically trying to forget that Mira was in the room, after all the times that I had imagined that she was there with me as I touched myself this way. It proved more difficult that it would seem. For the evidence of her was all around. The sound of her breathing, the smell of her perfume and her shampoo, the knowledge that her eyes were upon me.To make matters worse, she spoke to me, encouragingly. "Good, now show me how you make yourself come."I tried, I really did. I scrunched my face up and squeezed my eyes closed real tight. I tensed my legs and willed my climax to happen. "I can't," I finally said feeling defeated. "I'm just too... too-" the word failed me.

"To inhibited?" she asked me gently. Yes that was the word. "It's ok, here, let me show you another way, like I promised. Maybe that will relax you some."

I doubted it, but I sat up and grinned sheepishly. Done with being watched, now to watch.

Mira was more brazen than I could have been. She leaned back against the wall and parted her legs, looking at me with a friendly smile the whole time. She seemed to have no shyness or insecurity about her body at all. Her hand went down, curved upward and two fingers pressed into her waiting slit. I gasped at the ease with which her body accepted her and her utter lack of timidity as she pumped herself to a breathless climax.After she recovered she said, "So you see. There is more than one way to do it."

"Uh, yeah, I see that now," I stuttered. "Um, how is it that you were, uh, so uh..."

"You mean, how was it that I wasn't embarrassed or anything to do that in front of you?" she asked, continuing to smile at me brightly. I just nodded.

"When I was in High School, me and a group of friends used to get together and watch our parents pornos that they thought they had hidden. And we usually ended up masturbating. We got pretty comfortable with it."

"Wow, so you guys mast- er, um all did it together?"

"Sometimes, yeah. Not like we were lezzy or anything. We didn't have some big orgy, we just masturbated in each other's presence. Kinda like we just did."

I turned bright red at the realization that she was right.

"If you ever need to relieve yourself, you don't have to be shy about it because of me," she added. Had she heard or seen me at night when I thought she was sleeping? The thought was too much to bear.

"In fact," she added. "I could kinda go again. Care to have a contest?"

"Contest?" I asked bewildered.

"Yeah, you know, see which one of us comes first? Or which one could last longer."

"I'd do better at the second one," I laughed uneasily."Ok," she said brightly. "Ya wanna?"I blushed even harder.

"You do," she teased, "You just don't want to admit it. Come on. On the count of three. I dare you!"

It's not like I can't turn down a dare or anything but I just felt that there was no way to back down without embarrassing the both of us even more.

"One," I said wearily."Twoooooo," she tauntingly drew out."Three!"

And we were off. I reached down between my legs, sitting up this time, but looking down at the bed. From across the room, I heard my room-mate moaning loudly as if to taunt me further.

"Oh! That feels so good!" I realized that the object of the game was to last the longest so this must be the way you make the other person lose, but I just couldn't do it. And even though I didn't want to admit it, I was enjoying Mira's sexy voice as she egged me on.

Mmm, Oh yeah. Touch yourself, Alicia. Doesn't that feel good? Don't you just wanna come right now?"

I felt a sharp tingle run up and down my right leg. I was close. So close. She had said my name, my beautiful sexy room-mate had said my name while she was touching herself. And I had been so close to climaxing from the excitement of it.

She seemed to sense that I was close. Perhaps she had seen me twitch, or maybe she just knew her game.

"Oh Alicia, it feels so good! Look at how wet I am!"

I continued looking down at the bed beside me, studying the pattern on my comforter, stubbornly refusing to lift my eyes.

"Come on Alicia, look. I won't tell anyone," she chided me.

Again, my name. I was so hot now I let myself go. I looked up to see her hand, working at her clit in the same circular motion that I had used. Her head tipped back, eyes closed her lips slightly parted."Oh!" I cried out. My body tensed and I started to come, uncontrollably. "Oh yeah, Alicia, that feels so good," I heard her murmuring. My climax was long and hard and amazing. For a few minutes after, I just lay there, my head feeling fuzzy unable to think or even feel shy.

As my breath slowed and my senses came back to me, I heard Mira laugh. "I win!" she announced gleefully.

Leave it to me to come first when trying not to. I sat and stared in awe as Mira finished herself off loudly and wildly, thrashing about on the bed as she did so.

After that, we had 'contests' on a semi-regular basis. I grew more comfortable bringing myself off in with her in the room, and even with my eyes opened, either looking at her face or even watching her hand work over her equally beautiful snatch.What happened next, was the most surprising and amazing part of the tale yet. One day as we were about to begin one of our contests, Mira flashed me a gigantic smile and said, "You know, there are still other ways of doing it."

Now I was confused. Other ways? What other ways could there possibly be? For a minute, I thought she was going to suggest that we stimulate each other for a change and an electric thrill ran up my spine. I pushed the thought away, unable to face how much I liked the idea."Like what?" I asked coolly, trying not to appear to eager or too inexperienced- although she obviously knew about my inexperience, I didn't want to draw special attention to it. I already felt like a major child compared to her.

She reached between her bed and the wall and produced a hot pink object, long and thick and shaped like a phallus on both ends. She showed me, with a wicked glint in her eye, how it could bend in all manner of directions. She stretched it out for me to touch, but I drew back. "Take it," she encouraged me. "Feel it's texture. Don't be scared." Her voice took middle ground between gentle coaxing and chiding dare. I couldn't refuse her, although I felt self-conscious and suddenly shy.

I reached out to take the thing in my hands. "It's a jelly double dong," she informed me nonchalantly. I slid my hand over the ridges, built to feel like the veins of a real man, hungry with want for a woman. Mira giggled at my timidity about the whole affair, and so I feigned at boldness to cover for my true feelings, and to hide my embarrassment at being so inexperienced. "The jelly inside is what makes it so flexible," she tutored me. I fought back the rising blush to my cheeks, but not before she again noticed my bashfulness and giggled once more.

"Slide closer to me," she said sliding back on her bed so that I could sit in front of her. My panties already lay on the floor, and my skirt was bundled up around my waist. My shirt, too was tossed aside and my breasts pulled out of my bra cups so that I could tweak them now and then at Mira's command. Mira sometimes would give me suggestions while we were masturbating ourselves, she told me that she loved it when she'd tell me to do something and I would. I rarely ever refused her, for fear that she would think me a silly little girl and stop all the play. I knew that Mira was much more sophisticated than me, especially when it came to sex and I couldn't bare the thought of her thinking of me as a frightened little bunny, ready to bolt at each new idea she would introduce, although sometimes that was exactly what I felt like. Each time I steeled my courage and complied with her suggestions. I had to admit, that her ideas so far had always led to a new and pleasant experience, and a greater awakening of my own understanding of myself.

Once again, I followed her prompting, and positioned myself directly across from her on her bed. She too, was scantily dressed having slid out of her tiny and damp shorts minutes ago, and thrust the bottom of her shirt up over her head to reveal her lacy half-cup bra and full sweet breasts too me. Mira was fearless in a way that I wished I could be. In a way that I felt I was always trying to make up for not being. Lucky for me I had her to push me, to make me go to the places I longed to go, but couldn't on my own.

"Let me show you how you use this," she told me. And for the first time in all of our days of viewing each other in such private and intimate moments, she reached out and touched me. With just her thumb, she began to make a circular motion over my clit. I flinched just a bit at her touch, and she softly shushed me as she continued to stimulate me gingerly. I couldn't believe the jolts that shot through my legs, at this, her most gentle and unexpected touch. She put the pink head of the jelly dong up to my lips and pressed. Self-consciously I took it into my mouth, wetting it with my tongue and sucking on just the head. "It has to be wet, and so do you," she explained as she fed me the pink monster. She seemed to derive a real pleasure from watching me give a fake blow job to a sex toy. Sure enough she giggled again. "You're so good at that, Alicia. I'd love to see you do it for real sometime." I blushed all kinds of red at that, but I also gushed a tell-tale wetness between my legs.

Mira pretended to be shocked. "And I believed you when you claimed to be so innocent! Look how we you are now!" and she punctuated it by reaching down to my wet slit and pressing two fingers inside me. She gave them a little wiggle, as if she were honestly reprimanding me and brought her fingers up to my lips."You're wet enough now," she told me, removing the cock-head from my mouth and replacing it with her own fingers. "Just taste."

My own damp musky flavor, brought to me by my beautiful and adventurous friend, a female of gorgeous proportion with an almost hypnotic control over me. I let the taste linger on my tongue, until she quietly whispered that I should suck. Instinctively I followed her instruction.

Now she put the dong between my legs, where her fingers had been. As she pressed it into me, I let a moan escape. I had never felt anything like this before. Mira spread her own legs and pressed the other head of the dong up against her own opening and pushed. Using the one hand that was not feeding me my own juices, she rocked the thing back and forth. As it went inside of her, it slid away from me. And as it plunged deeper into my womanly folds, it looked as if to escape from hers.

She whispered softly to me, as we shared in this delight. She said my name over and over again, and assured me that what we were doing was ok and not to be afraid. "It feels good, doesn't it Alicia?" she enquired. When I wouldn't answer, she asked again, more insistently, until I moaned my agreement."Yes, Mira. It feels wonderful.

"We were moaning and carrying on as she pushed the implement so forcefully between us. "Slide closer," she told me, "I want a tighter fit."My legs were overlaid on top of hers and I scooted in, letting the pink toy delve deeper into my snatch and hers. Barely a hand's length remained between the two of us, yet still my sexy dark-haired friend managed to thrust the fake cock back and forth between the two of us.I had cleaned her fingers and so she put her arm around my waist as if to draw me still closer. I could barely accommodate a tighter fit than what was already accomplished and so I simply bent my upper torso toward her and let her rest her chin upon my shoulder. Her free hand now went up behind my head and I went crazy with shivers as she stroked my hair so lovingly. And then she whispered in my ear, the words that I had been afraid of hearing. The words that, nevertheless I had been hoping for, for longer than I cared to admit.

"I want you, Alicia. I always have. Kiss me Alicia, please. Don't turn away my love."

What could I do? I had no want to hurt her feelings. I could never imagine rejecting her in any way, so great was my fear and had always been my fear that one day she would reject me. I brought my hand so tentatively around her waist and letting my eyes flutter closed, I lifted my chin, raising my lips to hers.

Only barely, our lips touched. It took only a moment to realize that this was what I wanted and to let go of my last vestiges of fear and doubt. My tongue darted out now, searching for hers. A softer more gentle touch I had never known, it was the first time that I had ever kissed a girl and the contrast of what I had been accustomed to was sharp. My desire for her burned brighter than ever before, as if all of the kisses I had given to boys were just practice. Before, I had always thought that I knew passion, but I had been sorely mistaken. Nothing in my limited experience could compare to this.

Our mouths closed over each other, lips conforming to each other, kneading, pressing so urgently. My pussy felt as if it would soon explode from the tension and pressure of the jelly toy entering and exiting, sliding over my slick parts, and her hand, Mira's hand each time, banging against my mount. Our kiss, this marvelous introduction to the mysteries of woman brought the sensation to a new level of intensity. Like a freight train rushing recklessly into a brick wall, I felt my climax approaching. Time seemed to stand still for the build up toward this wondrous orgasm that swiftly hastened though my body seemed to last forever and ever. And then all at once, we exploded together, so loudly I fully expected someone to barge through the door and demand to know what was going on.

Well spent, we collapsed against each other, still entwined but unable to move our tired limbs. An uneasy tingling traveled across the surface of my flesh as my awareness began to return to me. "Did you mean it?" I asked, afraid to open my eyes.

"Look at me," she pleaded. I did, my hazel eyes now looking hopefully into her dark brown ones. "Every word, and more," she assured me petting my hair softly. "I hope you feel the same."

"I do. I do- of course I do." I felt as overwhelmed then as in the moment of my climax. Something so new, so foreign and yet amazing was beginning for me, for us. I didn't know what all of this meant, or where it would lead- I only knew what I felt and what I wanted which was to lie here like this in her arms, my lovers arms, forever.

I live at Literotica

2005-09-05T04:27:00.000-04:00

Mainly you can find me on the messageboards (sweetnpetite) in the Author's Hangout. http://www.literotica.com:81/forum/forumdisplay.php?f=3

Here's my memberpage http://english.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=184168&page=submissions

I have a short story published in Coming Together: An Erotc Cocktail. Proceeds go to a free speech charity. Buy it here http://www.cafepress.com/eroticanthology.23817350

2005-09-05T04:14:00.000-04:00

Housten Astrodome

2005-09-05T03:13:00.000-04:00

OK, cheap shot to get my blogg picked up by yahoo search.

1
Houston Astrodome

I hear that they have no air conditioning, which many people think is a stupid thing to complain about, but if I had kids and it smelled as bad as a packed stadium w/out air conditioning is bound to smell, I'd be fuckin' pissed too. Even if I didn't have kids. Air conditioning- unlike in your home, is not a luxury item, it's becoming an issue of sanitation- just like clean water and food.
2
Scolopendra Gigantea

Who or what? I have no idea what this is about.
3
Gas Shortage

Some people really need the gas and for them I feal bad. But most of us could walk just a bit more, or even stay hom and toss a ball back and forth to the kids. I think we are too dependent on cars in our culture. give it up just for one day a week. A make a point to walk if it's less than a block. Regardless of gas prices, a bus token is still a dollar or less. Make a difference people. IT's really very simple.

4
2006 Honda Accord
No opinion. should I have one?
5
Clive Owen
+And he is????
6
Indira Varma
Don't know her either
7
2006 Dodge Charger
Don't care about cars.
8
Eva Longoria

Youw, mamacita! Totally crushin' on her right now. Don't know how certain I was of my heterosexuality in the first place, but she makes me just disregard it. I have her on my screansaver. I'm totally in love. and I love her character on desperate housevives. So good to be bad!!!! HOT HOT HOT!!!
9
Ellen Barkin

No clue, am I missing out on something?
10
Tropical Storm Lee

Haven't heard about that yet. Can't we just have a break from tropical storms for a minute? Does got hate us?
11
New Orleans Population
+ What bout it?
12
Prince Charles:

Di and the kids are interesting and beautiful as well. Charles is rather kind of boring.
13
Illinois Gas Prices
My guess is that it's too high.
Baghdad
Wow, that was a suprise.
15
Polly Walker
Who are these people?

Actors
Rank

1
Clive Owen
+744.46%
2
Indira Varma
+507.21%
3
Eva Longoria
So far the only actor worth commenting on. I thought her pics in Maxim were pretty hot, but then I saw some other pics on the internet and desided that the Maxim pictures were too manipulated. She looks better as she is than trying to stetch, twist and airbrush her into the model "Maxim Girl" She's ****not**** Paris HIlten and thank god for that.

Here is her official website http://www.evalongoria.com/ although I'm sure you would rather go and loook for pictures of her instead:)
Ellen Barkin
+449.01%
5
Hugh Jackman
Yeah, ok he's cute. I'm over it.
6
Thandie Newton
+252.97%
7
Rachel Weisz
+244.81%
8
Barbi Benton
+238.11%
9
Jenna Elfman
I love her in Dharma and Greg I totally watch reruns of that and wish that they hand't have caceled it. She's pretty too for a blonde. I can see her apeal for men, but she doesn't do it for me in that way. Still, I like her style: she's quirky and I like her. Whatever she's in, I'd like to see it.
Heath Ledger
Pretty hot.
11
Nia Long
I've liked her since she was Kat Speaks on Guiding Light. Aways good to see her in something. Best thing to date that I am aware of is "Soul Food" I could watch that movie every day. Doesn't hurt that Machiae Phiffer is in it too!
12
Ewan Mcgregor
+196.37%
13
Katrina Kaif
+170.66%
14
Julian McMahon
Yes, hot. Love him as the demon on Charmed. Evil Cole was so much more fucking sexy than good Cole- what can I say?
15
Susan Ward
+160.13%

Movies
Rank
Subject
1-Day Move
1
Dirty Dancing
ALWAYS LOVED IT ALWAYS WILL. MOVIE WAS GREAT ON SO MANY LEVELS AND WAS DAMN EROTIC:)
2
Euro Trip
+94.44%
3
The Transporter
+93.41%
4
Transporter 2
+74.91%
5
The Constant Gardener
+74.34%
6
Christine
+73.17%
7
Stand By Me

Always was a good movie but why all the interest in it today? Was it on VH1 or something?
8
Elizabeth
+62.59%
9
Ghostbusters
Also and awome move.
10
Aeon Flux
+57.77%
11
French Kiss
+49.95%
12
Superstar
+49.10%
13
Anakin Skywalker
I loved Jake Lloyd in the role. He was adorable.
14
The Day After Tomorrow
I have this on my comuter desk right now, but I havne't seen it yet. I don't like disaster movies, but I do like Dennise Quaide. Another hot hot blondie.
15
007
Possibly overrated, but I do like to look at peirce brosnan and sean connery at any age. That movie sean did with catherine zeta jones was a feast from any angle. And a suprisingly good movie at that. However, I always thought Connery was hot as an old man, then I saw what he looked like as a young man. Wow! Oh yeah. Didn't think you could improve on a classic, but I guess you can!

Music
Rank
Subject
1-Day Move
1
Coco Lee
+311.26%
2
Kate Bush
+219.60%
3
MTV Video Music Awards
+212.12%
4
Harry Connick Jr
The only think I liked him on was HOpe FLoats. I really hate him on Will and Grace.
5
Michael Hutchence
+113.28%
6
Katrina Elam
+111.83%
7
Chris Ledoux
+109.14%
8
World Music Awards
+107.61%
9
Deborah Gibson
Debbie Gibson. give me a break. She's debbie.
10
Inxs
+104.17%
11
Bohemian Rhapsody
Dude, even the comeback of that song is old. I thought I was stuck in a timwarp.
12
Tragically Hip
That will never be my problem.
13
Juliana Hatfield
+80.79%
14
Miyavi
+78.74%
15
Bert McCracken
+65.09%

Seriously- who the fuck are most of these people? Sure I know INXS but atht's about it!

Sports
Rank
Subject
1-Day Move
1
Brett Favre
OOOh, I"ve heard of him! Knew some boys with the same last name only they pronounced the e at the end like a long e rather than silent. Good lookers. But best if your slummin'

2
Tony Parker
+171.34%
3
New Orleans Saints
+129.28%
4
Everton FC
+79.84%
5
Peyton Manning
+77.57%
6
Pittsburgh Pirates
+62.10%
7
Kim Clijsters
+52.50%
8
Sania Mirza
+51.85%
9
Minnesota Twins
+51.68%
10
Katarina Witt
+49.57%
11
Detroit Pistons
+47.15%
12
Ray Lewis
+44.16%
13
San Antonio Spurs
+41.29%
14
Florida Marlins
+37.63%
15
Arkansas Razorbacks
+37.53%
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Television
Rank
Subject
1-Day Move
1
So You Think You Can Dance
+251.01%
2
Lauren Sanchez
+221.76%
3
R U the Girl
+182.96%
4
Over there
+167.85%
5
Tripping the Rift
This is some funny shit! I like this show. The animation is cool too. Very naughty and fun.
6
Nbc Nightly News
+143.67%
7
Canadian Idol
+132.69%
8
Katrina Campins
+121.79%
9
Kathy Griffin
+117.85%
10
Project Superstar
+92.63%
11
Mindfreak
+82.98%
12
Rock Star: INXS
+80.12%
13
Inked
This sounds familliar.
14
MythBusters
Sometimes fun to watch.
15
The Apprentice 4
+71.99%

Seriously, this is what people are obsessing about watching? The only show I'm really into right now is Desperate Housewives and then Charmed.
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Video Games
Rank
Subject
1-Day Move
1
Curse Gaming
+69.72%
2
Bloodrayne
+48.90%
3
Sonic X
+37.48%
4
Gangsters: Organized Crime
+34.59%
5
Sonic the Hedgehog
+31.29%
6
Donkey Kong
+29.22%
7
Drag Racer V3
+28.33%
8
Playboy Mansion
+26.71%
9
Devil May Cry 3
+26.56%
10
Kingdom Hearts
+24.11%
11
Tifa
+23.51%
12
Need For Speed Most Wanted
+22.92%
13
Halo
+22.60%
14
Metal Gear Solid
+21.76%
15
Final Fantasy 8
+21.72%

NOt a gamer. Mainly I think it's a waste of time. Sorry.

King Arthur

2005-09-05T03:11:00.000-04:00

Yeah, like it will get me any more reads, but I have an obsession about King Arthur.

And yet, I know very little on the topic

"Bedtime Stories For Adults" copywrite Amy Sweet 2005

2005-09-01T15:20:00.000-04:00

Betime Stories for Adults- it's the euphamism I use for what I write. Not because I'm afraid to be blunt (trust me, I'm not) but because it ties derectly into Sweet Dreams and Amy Sweet. And also, because I like the sound of it and the play on words.

In the future I'm hoping to publish a short story collection under that title.

Call it erotica, dirty stories or porn, I don't care. Just know that despite there is no sacharine here. My stories are as nasty as they wanna be!

Sweet Dreams,

Amy Sweet.

New to Blogging

2005-09-01T15:15:00.000-04:00

I am new to blogging, so please bear with me. However, I usually have a lot to say and I realize that I've used message boards, when I should have used a blog- many times in the past. But then again, I do love a good discussion. In any event if there are things I should be doing differently, let me know.

Welcome Post

2005-09-01T14:42:00.000-04:00

Welcome to my blog. I am a writer of dirty stories (as seen on literotica.com), a bleeding heart liberal, a feminist, barefoot bohemian, sexual liberationist, pagan, neohippy nonconformist. Oh, and so much more...