Making Love @ MindSay 
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Uh, huh, just a little something to keep you looking forward to the mid-week!
"Business Time" by Flight of the Conchords
Unghh
Girl tonight we’re gonna make love
You know how I know?
Because it’s Wednesday
And Wednesday night is the night that we usually make love
Tuesday night is the night that we usually go to your mother’s place and I teach
her how to use the video machine again
But Wednesday night is the night that we make love
It’s when everything is just right
You’re not too tired from your afterwork social netball team practice
There’s nothing good on TV.
Mmmmm...
Conditions are perfect for making love.
You turn to me and say something sexy like, “I might go to bed. I’ve got work in
the morning.”
I know what you’re trying to say, baby.
You’re trying to say “Aww, yeah. It’s business time.”
It’s business
It’s business time
I know what you’re trying to say
You’re trying to say it’s time for business
It’s business time
Ooh
It’s business
It’s business time
Aww aww yeah yeah
The next thing you know we’re in the bathroom brushing our teeth
That’s all part of it, that’s foreplay.
Foreplay is very important in love making
Then you go sort out the recycling
Which isn’t part of the foreplay, but it’s still very important
That’s not foreplay, but it’s still very important.
Then next thing you know we’re in the bedroom
You’re wearin’ that same old ugly, baggy T-shirt with a stain on it that you got
from that team-building exercise you did for your old work several years ago
“Team Building Exercise ‘99”.
I take off my clothes
But I trip over my jeans ‘cause I’m still wearing my shoes
But it’s okay because I turn it all into a sexy dance.
The next thing you know I’m wearing absolutely nothing
Except for my socks
And you know when I’m down to my socks what time it
It’s business time
It’s business
It’s business time
When I’m down to my socks it’s time for business
That’s why they’re called business socks
Ooh
It’s business
It’s business time
Aww aww yeah yeah
Making love
Making love for
Makin love for two
Making love for two minutes
When it’s with me, you only need two minutes, girl
‘Cause I’m so intense
Two minutes in heaven is better than one minute in heaven
You turn to me and say something sexy like, “Is that it?”
I know what you’re trying to say, girl
You’re trying to say, “Aw yeah, that’s it”
And then you tell me you want some more
Well, uh...
I’m not surprised
But I am quite sleepy
Mmm
It’s business
It’s business time
Business hours are over, baby
It’s business
It’s business time
I had to work a Fairytale Party with my sister today and it was kinda rough to say the least. Trying to corral a bunch of three year olds is like trying to corral flies!
Anyway, I'm finally chilled out and relaxed. I'm listening to old school R&B and digging how these bands were so damned good. Right now, The Isley Brother's Voyage to Atlantis is playing. This song always makes me want to have a glass of wine and make slow love. The opening guitar solo is so friggin' hypnotic! I'm debating waking up the husband!!!!
Audio of Voyage to Atlantis.
just to warn u, this entry may get a little too graphic for some readers at some points. don't continue n then complain about how this that or the other blog has explicit sexual content on it. you've been warned right here.
i woke up at about 9:20 today, layed in bed making myself cum for a few minutes, tried to clean puma off some more, (he was really well behaved when i did last night, but i didn't get all of the crap out of his fur), n then i took a shower. i got out at like 10:10 n i've been hanging out nude ever since. (for u east coast ppl, its 12:30 here right now) i don't kno why, but i've always liked being naked. i kno that a lot of ppl who have self esteem issues like i do usually try to stay clothed as much as possible, but i don't. i started getting hungry a little while ago, but i still don't feel like putting clothing on so i haven't eaten yet. besides that, i was working on printing out all of the articles i need for this stupid human sexuality project...blah, with everything that's been going on i'm seriously starting to not care, which is a serious problem because i really need to bring up my major and overall GPA, and seeing as how human sexuality is a class in my major, i really need to do well in it!
anyway, between 11:10 n 11:30 three ppl called me. that never happens. n since it was hard enough for me to get myself working on this, after every call i'd just lay down on my bed n sprawl out a little bit. i don't kno why, but for some reason when i do that when i'm nude, it makes me feel beautiful. i think its because i think about when i used to do that with albert n how he'd make me feel about my body. no one has ever looked at me the way he did, not even nam. i can lay back with my arms out perpendicular to my body, my legs crossed at the ankles, feet against the wall n look up at the ceiling n remember when it was his eyes i was looking up into instead. i can remember the way it felt to lay next to him n feel his skin against mine, i remember what it was like to feel his hands run over my stomach n then over the tops of my hips n then up my back or down my butt to my thighs as we were spooning with him behind me or as i turned to face him or as we stood n held n caressed each other. i remember the way it felt to open my legs for him so he could get between them n how he kissed me n how he touched me as he began to penetrate me, n then of course i remember that smile, the way he'd smile at me and look at me as we were making love.
when you have sex with someone, they look at you differently. i don't even mean afterwards, i mean while you're doing it, and i don't just mean sex in terms of vaginal intercourse. i mean all of it- manual, oral, anal, or even just dry humping. there's certain looks they give u, if they even look at u at all. i'll never forget about three or four days after we started having sex n albert looked at me n smiled, not that horny, in the moment sex-crazed smile that i've seen with every boy i've ever been sexually intimate with, including nam. it was the same smile n the same look he'd give me just when we were hanging out, the same smile n the same look i'd gotten every time i'd made him laugh or given him butterflies for even the months n months n months before cyn had even told me she liked me, all the months n months n months that he had a crush on me, whenever i'd do that something that made him happy n made him fall for me even more. that was the smile i saw n the look in his eyes, and in that moment, i knew that the two of us really were making love n that he really wasn't just using me for sex. even all throughout my relationship with nam i had that thought in the back of my head that one reason why he was still with me was because he was the first girl he'd ever done n e thing with, n he didn't want to stop getting head n anal. i had a similar thought to this with albert when we first started having sex, that i knew it meant something to both of us but he hadn't gotten sex like this in a while so that must have been a reason that he wanted to be with me, that part of him was using me. in that moment, tho, when i looked into his eyes n i saw that smile of love n adoration cross his face, i knew it wasn't true. he cared.
damn, even writing this now, i keep pausing to get lost in these thoughts n memories. i told albert on thursday that our good memories have become bad ones now, which was something i did not want to happen. the things is, sometimes, times like now, the good memories still very much are good memories. i can look along the light n sometimes even pale skin of my body, see the places where its so thin or lacks so much pigment that u can see some of the more superficial veins thro, see the little random freckles n the cellulite n the random scratches from puma or me bumping into things or scratching an itch too hard or too much or something. i can look along my short legs as they go to the wall, watch my toes wiggle on the end of my feet as they touch the wall. albert thought all of it was beautiful. i can look at my nipples n see that one has a bit of dead skin on it while the other looks fine, n yet he would have put them both in his mouth without a second's thought n sucked them n ran his tongue over them n ran his hands down the sides of my body as he did it before stopping to kiss my stomach as he worked his way down to my vulva. he loved it all, every little pimple, every little part that giggled. i remember having sex in the bathroom in the hotel room in san fransisco, having all those mirrors around us so we could watch each other as we made love. i could see parts of my body ripple in a very unattractive manor as he'd thrust into me, but i didn't care because he didn't care. i watched him n he watched me n it was amazing. i remember how the night before when we were in that hotel room, something about the way he looked at me n the way he touched me...he'd told me many times that i was a goddess, but that was the first time i really felt it. when i told him, it kinda hurt that he hadn't experienced what i had, but that was ok.
i wonder if these things ring so clearly to me because i see pieces of it everyday. albert helped me move rooms n then organize my room a little in this apartment, albert made love to me on that bed the last couple times that we did it, i look at that heart in our blood above my bed everyday, i walk to the bus stop thro the parking lot n see that our condom, the one he just dropped out of the window of his car after the one n only time we had sex in there, isn't there. maybe its just because he's still got cyn to think n worry about, too, maybe its because his brain isn't wired to think about n focus on past events as a defense mechanism the way mine is. on thursday he told me that he thought i was further along in moving on than he is because i see him with cyn all the time n he's never seen me with another guy. i disagree with him, but at the very least it definitely makes the situation more real. yesterday before i took the greyhound back here, i was at my grandpa's n i got a text from sean asking if i wanted to get fucked last night n i said yes, if he didn't mind that i'm on my period. his response? "you're always on ur period." hey dip-shit, did u forget about last week how i was trying to get u to come over n fuck me? did u forget about spring break in between when we were both out of town n how the week before that i wanted to get laid but u said u didn't have a ride? ok, the week before that, i was on my period, but that was FOUR WEEKS AGO. that's how often women menstrate. did u take sex ed? what a girl'll do for sex...
i try not to think about how sex with someone else, i don't mean a fuck buddy, i mean like a boyfriend, is never going to be the same as it was with albert, because it hurts a lot. a whole fucking lot. i really felt like i could be myself sexually with albert. i never asked raver jimmy to lick his cum off of me after he'd jizz on my stomach or my tits because i was scared it would weird him out so much that he wouldn't want to see me again. i haven't told a lot of guys that for that same reason. for some reason, tho, i wasn't scared to ask albert that, or at least tell him that it was a big turn on for me. i think that of all the times he did cum on me he only did it once or twice, but i still wasn't worried he'd be repulsed by me if i told him that. that might also be because the only other two guys i remember doing that for me were daniel n nam before him, who were also boyfriends, but i think it was more than that. shit, i loved having albert talk dirty to me. not all the time, but when i was in the mood for it, n i told him things i never thought i'd say to anybody other than the fantasy boys i see in my head while i'm masturbating sometimes. he even told me that i asked him to say things sometimes that he thought girls only said in porn. i wonder, tho, if its because i knew in my heart that he didn't mean any of those things n that it was just playing into some fantasy for him as much as it was for me. it wasn't real, we really did love each other, i really did mean something to him, n our sexual activity was an expression of this love and an extension of our intimacy.
i still remember when we had sex on my birthday, or at least the next morning when i was telling him things to call me while we were having sex. one of them was to call me an object n tell me i was just a sex toy, n he wouldn't. i didn't really care, just hearing me say that to him got me off as it was, but afterwards when we were talking about what we felt n the crap matt had said the night before n so on n so on, the fact that i had told him to call me those things as we made love came up. we'd been talking about how much i meant to him n how he loved me n what he thought of me, n he said he just couldn't call me those things. He said that while there were some things he could say, he just couldn't tell me i was only an object to him because it wasn't true. it just wasn't true. he said, "I don't see you that way and I never have," n i think that i always knew that n that's why i felt comfortable doing that with him. i trusted him, because i knew afterwards he'd still smile at me that same way, n he'd still kiss me that same way n he'd still caress me the same way and hold me against him the same way, and we'd still lay in bed n talk about random crap afterwards the same way we always did, n as he wrapped his arms around me n rubbed my shoulders n i wrapped mine around him n ran my fingertips down his back, he'd still tell me that he loved me the same way.
a few times now when i've woken up in the middle of the night horny i've refrained from masturbating simply because it hurt me so much to think about when he used to be laying in bed next to me, n i'd wake up to him playing with the opening of my vagina with his fingertips or he'd wake up to me running my hands along his cock to get him hard or just before i got on top n penetrated myself with his boner that i'd spent the past few minutes working to get up. last night i did masturbate when i woke up in the middle of the night horny, but i still thought about all that n how the bare skin of his body felt all along my own.
well i need to get going now, i've been writing for an hour n need to get dressed as much as i don't want to, eat, n get some homework done before i meet w/ my group because i am NOT prepared right now. i haven't checked to see if i got another message from cyn, but i'm feeling so good right now that i don't want to. i'll wait.
have sex while stoned
anyway, back to happy stuff...its funny because i have a new room mate now and i'm like never home because i've been with albert this whole time, but when cyn comes back i want to give them some alone time, especially because i'm on my period and i'm not really interested in sex right now, so i can sleep by myself and organize my room and such at home and hang out with them during the day for a while, and then when school starts i know i won't be here NEARLY as much cuz if i was then the three of us, or at least me and albert, would never get anything done. i remember when i was over here during finals, all the two of us would do is flirt and stuff, lol :P
speaking of sex... we didn't last night, but i think like three of the past six nights we've spent with each other alone we've gotten stoned and had sex. that's not the only reason we got stoned, but we'd still be stoned when we were going to bed and then we'd have sex before we went to sleep. it makes me feel so much closer to him emotionally, like i just get lost in him. its almost like i forget that he's there entirely, and then i remember. it makes for a really intense emotional experience, but its not like we need to be stoned to feel that, either. we've been having sex in the mornings, too, when we've woken up, and its still awesome and its still beautiful and its just...i mean, shit, SEX MEANS SOMETHING!! for the first time in my life, SEX MEANS SOMETHING!! it took 8 guys for me to experience it, but i'm so glad that i am now. i feel like i really know what the meaning of making love is now and i can feel it when we do it, i really can. (yeah yeah, hippy emotional bullshit, get over it.) not only that, but this is the most sex i've ever had in my life. after we first had sex we did it everyday for 5 days in a row, the most i'd ever done, and then we skipped a day, had sex again, skipped another day and then i got a UTI (urinary tract infection.) we didn't have sex for about 10 days after that because i needed the infection to go away and we seperated for the break, but after him and cyn picked me up from santa clara n we went to his parents' house in fresno, (actually its in kingsberg, but fresno's the closest big city to that), i promised i'd be quiet and we had sex then, and we've had sex at least once a day everyday since then up to yesterday because my period started. i mean, i do get really horny during my period, but there's two reasons i choose not to have sex during my period:
1) my flows are usually pretty heavy, and since i'm usually really wet during sex anyway, the two together basically over-lube my vagina so i don't really feel anything. the guys usually seem to be able to pick up enough friction to enjoy it anyway, but i barely can, and i especially can't if we're using a condom because just about all of those come already lubed, too.
2) since my flows are usually pretty heavy, (they ALWAYS were REALLY heavy before i started the pill), its just really messy to have sex on my period and i really don't feel like cleaning that shit up.
my period started yesterday morning and i hadn't noticed until we'd already had sex once because when i got off of him and took the condom off, i noticed there was some blood on it. its not that i've never bled during sex, but we weren't doing anything hard core (i was on top of him) and whenever i bleed during sex, i usually know it because, well, it hurts. usually not enough to tell the guy to stop, but enough to draw a little bit of blood. this time it didn't hurt at all, so i knew it was probably just my period. i told albert that i thought it had started and we just cuddled in bed naked for a while...which turned into grinding...which turned into some discussion as to whether or not we should have sex again. i really wanted to, but the problem was that even tho my period had just started, i could already feel that i was wet enough that if we used a condom, i'd be lucky if i felt anything. however, if we didn't use a condom, could i trust that albert would be able to pull out before he climaxed?
we layed there and talked about it and why i'm not sure i'm ready to have a guy cum in my vagina yet and such, and ultimately i decided that it was ok to have sex without a condom and if he didn't manage to pull out before cumming that i would be ok with it, but i really really wanted him to try. he said ok, and then we started having sex in the spooning position.
now its time for me to back up a little bit and explain a couple things. first off, albert has a lot of piercings. if i ever get around to posting a picture of him and cyn, you'll see that. the thing is, they're not just in his face. he also has his nipples pierced, two scrotal rings, and yes, albert has a prince albert, or PA. this is the piercing that goes from the underside of the head where the foreskin connects to it and into the urethra and then out, (i'm sure if u do a google image search, u'll see one). so yes, my boyfriend has a ring on the end of his cock that i've had an interesting time getting used to when i give him head. it was kind of annoying at first, but i'm starting to learn how to play with it now and stuff, which is pretty much the reason why he got it in the first place. the thing is, the only time albert and i had had sex with out a condom up to this point was when we did anal for the first time a couple mornings ago, and yeah, i could feel his ring and it kind of hurt. (we showered after that to make sure his piercing was clean and everything.) so secondly, yesterday morning was the first time i had sex with albert without a condom. sure, i am on birth control, but we get condoms from planned parenthood for free and i like the extra caution. i know i wouldn't enjoy sex as much if i was always worried that i was pregnant, and i've been especially worried about it this month because 1) my pills came a week late so i started this new pack a week late and because 2) the antibiotics from my UTI make the pill not work. i figured tho that because my period had now started, but would be ok not to use a condom especially if he pulled out. i know that it's possible for a girl to get pregnant while she's on her period, (and if u didn't know that, yes its true), and i know its possible to get pregnant even using the "pull out method," but i figure that if i use that with the pill then i'm probably ok.
and it was weird.
we actually ended up having sex twice- the first time he jizzed on my back, the second time on my stomach- and i could feel his ring the whole fucking time. i'd never felt it before because i guess the condom just makes it feel like its another part of his cock, but as wet as i was, i could tell what that damn thing was and where it was. and it was really weird. i'm not sure if i like the way it feels or not...it kinda hurt, but it kinda didn't at the same time. i had the same experience with it when we did anal, except then i couldn't feel it as well. i didn't think i'd be able to feel it, i have no idea why, but i just didn't. i told albert all this sometime afterward, and he said that the first time him and cyn had sex without a condom when it was fully healed, they did it doggy style and, "ooooooohhhh did she fall in love with me all over again." XD and yes, we did shower afterwards to clean ourselves up and again to make sure his piercings were all nice and clean. we didn't have sex this morning even tho we did want to cuz i didn't want to make a mess, (we actually did get a little blood on the sheets yesterday :/), and we didn't have enough time to do it in the shower before he had to go to work. he said maybe when he gets back, but we'll see, lol.
right now i'm at his apartment because i'm a dumbass and i can't find cyn's spare key that he let me borrow so i can leave and lock the door when i do. when he gets back here he needs to clean the place for cyn anyway, so after that i can go and clean up some shit around my place and then i can come back and hang out here again. i kinda wanna sleep in my own bed tonight, but like i said, i also want to give him and cyn some alone time themselves so maybe i'll wait until tomorrow night to sleep by myself. its not that i don't love him, its just that sometimes u need time to yourself, u know? n hopefully he won't be too mad at me about that key...:/
She woke up, went into the bathroom and washed her face to help shake off her nap. She walked to the full mirror, smiled and then slipped into her robe.
She found him in the kitchen, came up from behind and put her arms around him, kissing him on the neck. He turned in her arms, held her face and kissed her for a long time.
“Sleepy Pet” He brushed her hair back out of her eyes, opened her robe and examined her breasts, tummy and thighs, then held her face in his hands and kissed her again.
“Not a single mark, my love.” She snuggled into his arms. “I thought you’d wake me up . . .”
“You went through a lot, so I let you sleep” He looked at her again, his hand caressing her tummy, her nipples. “You have beautiful skin . . . like satin.” She stood still in his arms, letting him touch, caress and look at her as long as he wanted.
“I’m trying to remember exactly, but it’s a blur, a sensation”
“I wanted you to be just in the moment, floating on the stimulation, not concentrating on anything”
“I remember you, and . . . how you made me feel. I was so sleepy, I just curled up against you and . . . that was it.”
Her robe was open, and he’d run his hands between her legs, over her breasts and kissed her twice where she had to take a breath. He cradled her in front of him, between his arms and finished cutting fruit, vegetables for the platter. Saying nothing he kissed her neck and kept her there, not moving for a long moment, then finishing up.
“I remember, I need to feed my pet.”
She turned in his arms, her robe off her shoulders and her breasts against him. She put her hand to his face and looked in his eyes. He held an affectionate gaze and then took her hand, kissed her palm and put it back against his cheek.
“Hungry?” He smiled, and showed her the large platter of fruit and vegetables. “Pick out some wine and meet me by the fire” He set the platter aside and opened the refrigerator and pulled out another platter of cold cuts, shrimp, olives and pickles.
She found the bottle of wine she was looking for and deliberately reached in front of him for a corkscrew, looking into his eyes again. He stopped what he was doing and held her close, and playfully sucked her nipples till she squealed, then bit her neck. She thought his hands would caress her like he did a minute before, but he kissed her cheek and reached for the platters.
She followed him into the front room, by the fire. He returned to the kitchen and brought back hot bread and ice water. She put on music and turned it low, moved them a bit closer when the fire felt good. He put out extra pillows and they lay close together facing each other. She poured the wine and offered him a sip from their glass.
The small sandwiches were warm and thick and she was surprised how hungry she was, reaching for chips, cheese, fruit and more wine, more shrimp.
“No olives?” He picked up several.
“I only eat one every once in a while to remind me why I don’t like them” She smiled at him and took a bite of mango and the last sip of wine. She poured more and set it in front of them.
“Hmmm, good to know” He had another olive.
She giggled when he pointed out how little food there was left and made a sad, pouty face. Should we open more wine? She poured the last of the bottle into the glass. “Mmmm, warm, warm, warm”. She smiled, put her hand behind his head and pulled him to kiss her. He relaxed and opened his mouth a bit and returned hers. She moaned and he pressed their kiss for moments more.
“Kiss, kiss.” She smiled and brushed his cheek with the back of her fingertips.
“Happy tummy?” He kissed her hand as she brushed his lips.
“Happy tummy, full tummy. Happy Pet” She snuggled close to him letting her robe stay open. He kissed her nipples, and slid his hand across her thighs. She opened her legs, letting his fingers play and caress.
“I have a special dessert” He smiled as his fingers played softly between her lips.
“Dessert? Now?” She lay on her back and spread her legs more, and held her breath, just a little.
”Something I think you’ll like.” He stopped moving his fingers, but didn’t remove them. She groaned softly, and pouted.
“Happy Pet, . . . are you?” She rolled to face him and closed her thighs around his hand. He moved his fingers deeper as she immediately parted her legs, kissed her. “Yes My Pet. Very, very, happy”.
“NO!!! Oooh, you are a wicked master!” She was smiling and her eyes were focused on the gold box of chocolates he walked in with. Her robe dropped around her as she sat up and reached for the box.
“Nude, wet, Pet . . . with chocolate” He smiled and momentarily held the box out of her reach. She giggled and savored one then another chocolate. She offered him a ‘chocolate kiss’ and took another bite.
“Nude, wet, big ass . . . Pet, with chocolate” She rolled her eyes, and then reached for another.
He opened the patio doors a bit for a cool breeze, brought another bottle of wine, poured them a glass and snuggled close, pulling her further from the fire and putting a throw over them. He kissed her and slid his leg between hers. He said nothing, they sipped wine and he ran his fingers softly over her skin, as his eyes followed. She watched him silently, quickly returned his kisses and tucked his leg up tightly between hers, keeping herself open and available to him.
She pushed the box of chocolates away, whispered to him how good they tasted, and snuggled close. He took his hand from her, held her hand and closed his eyes, while she silently studied him. She snuggled close again as the cool air circulated, and thought of the simple quiet evening they had enjoyed. He confused her at times, and tonight she was unable to read him. He was affectionate, tender, and held her close. He was protective, caring and seemed to be avoiding something.
“You’re not quite yourself, My Love” She whispered, and traced his lips with her finger. He kissed her finger tip, then kissed her lightly, and was quiet a few moments, looking closely at her.
“I’m just quiet, and a little smoochy. I don’t want to be away from you, tonight. Just have you close.”
She smiled and her eyes softened as she looked at him. Her still trying to read between the lines, figure out the missing piece. A tiny bit of his confidence was gone, not the chink in the armor, just a piece of him was not quite right somehow. She coaxed him up and led him to their bedroom. She left her robe on the floor in front of the fireplace and stripped him for bed. He held her the longest time then got under the covers and turned out the light.
She rolled over facing him, put her hand between his legs and then slid down and took his cock in her mouth, caressed his balls. He spread his legs and she felt him grow hard in her mouth. She lovingly sucked his cock until he pulled her up again to him. She slid astride him and guided him into her, rocking her hips, moving her breasts against him and kissing him over and over and over. When she caught her breath, he rolled over and put her legs over his shoulders and pressed deep into her and fucked her slowly for a long time. She pressed and rocked her hips and came. He fucked her longer and she came again when she felt him fill her up, and the second and third flow as he pushed.
He stayed inside her, and silently kissed her face over and over. She held his face in her hands and felt tears on his cheek. She said nothing but kissed them away as he pushed deep into her again. She inhaled the scent of sex and tucked herself into her spot next to him and held his arms around her. He had said nothing throughout their lovemaking and held her tightly, softly kissing her neck.
She felt him between her legs and savored the warm flow. She thought again, a bit confused and then thought.
“I’m not going to break.”
“I know.” He whispered and kissed her shoulder and twined his fingers with hers, holding her hand again.
“ Someone has done this. I couldn’t figure it out. I’m yours My Love, Your Pet. You’re my master. Go to sleep and I’ll be right here”
She snuggled closer to him, protecting him and caring for him. She saw something she’d sensed before and smiled, and shed a tear for her Knight and listened in the dark until she heard him sleep.
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