Michelle's clitty ring and the Drive In movie

At dinner last night, Michelle and I were trying to figure out what we were going to do for the night. We kicked around the idea of stopping by a RedBox and getting a movie, but generally all the good ones are gone by 6. Then we thought about just finding a movie on pay-per-view, and chilaxin with some popcorn and snacks. That conversation turned in to renting a "porno-block" and chilaxin with some hot fudge and whipped cream.

The people behind us at Red Robin were talking about going to the Drive-In to watch the A Team. And then it hit us, that sounds totally like fun. We finished up dinner, ran to the dollar store to get some candy, then to her house so she could change her clothes in to something less restrictive, like pajamas, then to my house so I could do the same.

We got to the movies at about 8-ish, backed her Escalade in to one of the spot towards the back and made our own private movie lounge in the back.

We were half way in to the movie before we both realized that this wasn't really a movie that we were going to be in to a whole bunch. So we sat there and just talked for a while. Michelle was laying on my lap with her feet up on the side window and we just talked. And then, out of nowhere, this wave of horniness swept over me and I was a 16 on a 1-10 scale of horny.

I bent down and kissed Michelle on the lips. A few pecks quickly turned in to a straight up make-out session, and we were a tangle of pajama clad bodies in no time flat. We had blankets on us, but other than that, were completely in public view. It was kind of hot. Nobody could actually see what we were doing, although you probably could have guessed.

A few minutes later, we fought to free each other from our pajama bottoms, and under the covers she went. Her tongue could have been a contestant on America's got Talent, let me tell you. I came in under a minute. She came up out of the covers and we kissed again. The taste of myelf on her lips and tongue pushed me to a 20, and we switched places.

Now up until the point, I had completely forgotten about her clitty ring. My finger slid past her clit and I touched the ring. She jumped back, and I thought I had hurt her. I asked her, and she just sat there with this wild look on her face. I asked what was wrong, and she said that she just had the most amazing feeling ever when I touched her clit. I did it again, and she got the look again. I stuck my middle finger in her pussy and touched the ring with my thumb again. It was like I was shocking her, and I could feel her pussy tighten around my finger each time I did it. I actually counted how many times I touched the clitty ring, and it was 14 before she had a mind blowing orgasm.

She sat there out of breath for a minute when she told me that I should lick it and see what happened. I gladly obliged, and back under the covers I went. Her pussy was wetter than it had ever been, and I was careful to stay away from the clit ring for a minute while I enjoyed her thorougly wet snatch. The first time my tongue hit the clitty ring, she grabbed my hair. The second time, she pulled me by my hair closer, the third time I did it, she started to have another orgasm. I waited about a second between each time I licked it, and she would pull my hair harder. From the start of her orgasm, until she couldn't handle it anymore was better than a minute. That's a long time in orgasm time.

When she finally caught her breath again, we concluded that we should go back to my house and have some more fun.

So, for this next part, we will call it Michelle's clitty ring and butt sex!

Call it research, call it trying to find justification to my freakiness, but I have scoured the internet trying to find other women who truly like anal sex. The porn queens all do it, but for most of them it is just another way to get paid, and they put up with it. I have found a few blogs of women discussing it. One women described it as the "final frontier" in sex, and it was the ultimate way of giving herself up to her husband, and she used it "gift" for him. But she still never said that she truly liked it. I did finally find one women who would rather get plugged in the ass than the vagina because as she put it "with a cock in her ass and a finger in her snatch, she was able to get off harder and faster". Maybe I am a freak. I mean, since I discovered it, I absolutely LOVE it. I love the feeling of being fucked in the ass, I love the feeling of my ass being licked, I love the feeling of my ass being fingered.

So, last night, Michelle and I had just made each other cum for like the 5th time. My last time came from Michelle licking my pussy while furiously fucking my ass with my dildo. As we lay there sweaty feeling the cool air from the window pour in, we started talking about butt sex. She explained that she was apprehensive, and that it was "an exit only" orfice. So, we made a deal. If she let me play with her ass, I would go and get my clit pierced. We talked about it for a while longer, but ultimately fell asleep before any real decision was made.

Like an alarm went off in my head, I was awak 2 hours later at 4:15 this morning. Michelle's naked body was still asleep on top of the covers, and for whatever reason, I was wide awake. Ok, not for no reason, I was horny as hell. I got up and went to the bathroom, and when I got back to bed, Michelle had woken up. We lay there cuddling each other, and slowly working our way up to something else. One of the first things she asked me was if I was serious about getting the clitty ring. I asked her if she was willing to try the butt thing. She was still apprehensive, and now I was starting to feel guilty. If she really didn't want to do, I shouldn't force her to do something she didn't want to do for a bet. I really wanted to get the clitty ring now (althought I am nervous as hell), and I shouldn't be using that "against" her. And that's what I told her.

We lay there for a while, and with the window open, I was starting to get cold. I told Michelle to go back to sleep, and that I was going to take a shower. I had only been in the shower a couple of minutes, when I decided to take care of myself. I had no sooner started when I heard the door open. Michelle climbed in the shower with me, and we started going at it AGAIN!

We both did end up getting clean, but we didn't bother to dry off before going back to bed. As we lay there kissing, Michelle said she wanted to try the ass thing. This excited me more than you know, and I reached over to my night stand, and grabbed my silicone lube. As she lay on her back, I had her pull her knees up to her breasts, and I dove in to her pussy, telling her that if she lets her legs go, I would tie them up. I was kind of playing a little game with her. I discretely put some lube on my fingers, and gently rubbed it on her asshole. From the initial reaction, it seemed like she liked it. I slowly stuck the tip of my finger in, then back out. Still okay. I put some more lube on my finger, and played with her ass some more. After about five minutes of just going slow, I had my middle finger all the way in her ass. I continued to lick her pussy, purposely staying away from her clitty ring while I slowly fucked her ass with my finger. To my amazement, she told me to try doing two fingers. I obliged, but did it really slowly. Once I had both fingers in her ass, I started licking her clit. Before I knew it, I could feel her ass muscles clench up as she started to cum.

As we lay there, she said that she really did like it, and was kind of interested in seeing what it would be like to try my toy. I knew it was too early to try something that big, and she had to go home anyways, and then go check on her Grandma.

She left an hour and half ago, and when she gets back her in a couple of hours, we are going to call and get me in to have my clitty pierced. I am SCARED TO FUCKIN DEATH. But Michelle assures me that although it does hurt, it's not that much different that having a tatoo. While we are there, Michelle is going to get her tongue pierced, and depending on how much the clitty thing hurts, I might do that too. I guess we will see.

I will let you know how things go.
Kisses
Sammy

Yeah yeah yeah, it's me.

I had an interesting weekend. It started out with Michelle waking me up at 3:30 in the morning on Saturday. She has had a harder week than me, and wanted someone to talk to. We talked for maybe a half an hour, and in that half hour, went through 3 bottles of wine. The talking led to some serious making out, which led to both of us naked on my couch, which led to................both of us passed out on top of the covers in my bed.

We woke up at 10:30 when my doorbell rings. I stumble out of bed with a raging headache only to find some girls from Finland trying to sell magazine subscriptions. I close the door, and Michelle is still sleeping. I know she has gotten no sleep in the past week, so I let her stay in bed. I take a shower, do some grooming, and when I have drained my water heater, finally get out.

I am eating some cereal, watching Iron Chef America when Michelle stumbles out. We sit and talk for a while while the waterheater catches up, and "self-shots" from our cell phones come up. I have nothing risque on my new cell phone, but I pull out my old razr and show her all of my old pics. She pulls out her phone, and I see all of hers. She knows about my blog and proceeds to make me a deal, or a bet. She tells me that if I put a naked picture of myself on my blog, then she will shave her pussy and pierce her clit. I know that sex will be out of the question with her for a while, so I say no. At this point, I really don't think she will go through with it, so I flip it around on her. I tell her that if she does the clit thing first, I will post the pic. 3 hours later we are in Pocatello and she is getting it done. So, yeah, here is my naked picture.

So far, she absolutely loves it and is telling me that I should get it done. I don't see it happening, but who knows. I have done stranger things.

Until Saturday, Michelle had never seen my blog, and now that she has, I was reluctant to "kiss and tell". But she assures me that it's totally okay with her, and she likes being able to go in and read it. I may be updating this blog more than I have been. We will see.

I may take the picture down once she reads it.

Sorry, been a tough week.

Since my last post, it has been a tough week. It has taken everything I can muster to hold it together, and I am doing a lousy job of it. 

Last Thursday evening I get a call from a dear family friend, Aunt Judy. She is not really my Aunt, she isn't related to me in any way, or to my foster-mom, but she was my foster-mom's next door neighbor for a long time. Well, anyways, we keep in touch. About once a year she will take me to dinner and we will catch up, and because she works where I bank, we will see each other there.

Judy doesn't really have anyone. Her husband left her when their only daughter graduated High School, and with her daughter now living in Tennessee with her own family, she only has her friends to lean on. So, anyways, I get a call at about midnight, and if not for the caller ID on my cell phone, I wouldn't have known it was her.

I know if she is calling me this late, there is something wrong. So that is kind of how I answered the phone. I said something like, "Hello, Aunt Judy, what's wrong?" She answered my saying that "something is wrong with me." But her words were slurred horribly and really slow. BOOM! I went in to panic mode and had to keep myself from scaring her more by showing my panic. I told her that I was going to call 911, and I would call her back in 2 minutes. I knew what it was, a stroke of some kind.

I called 911, explained what was going on and hightailed over to her house. She lives in a tiny house on the numbered streets, and I live at least 5 miles and 15 stop lights away. I kept her on the phone the whole time, telling her to stay sat down, and not to talk, only to say things like "huh uh" or "uh huh". I was only a mile or two down the road when she stopped answering me, and less than 2 minutes later, I could hear the ambulance and fire truck over her phone. The sirens were followed by pounding on the door, and some muffled yells before someone broke down her door. By the time I got there, she had passed away.

That was fucking tough.

So, her daughter comes back with her kids and husband and make arrangements for a funeral, which they held on Monday. So I go through all that, and am still pretty shaken up, but I am keeping my emotions in check, and I am doing okay.

So, now it's Tuesday morning. I go to the gym, work out for a couple of hours, swim for a half an hour, spend time in the sauna, spend time in the steamer, take a quick shower, spend some more time in the hot tub........Yeah, I have been at the gym since 4am, and after my final shower I leave at about 7:30. Get in my car, and go a different way so I can get gas at a gas station I like because they have good drip coffee. Light turns green 2 cars ahead of me, first car goes through, car ahead of me starts through and they are hit by a big jacked-up Chevy Duramax doing about 50 (thinking he can beat a light that has already turned). The car in front of me is hit so hard that pieces of the car come back and hit my truck, the car flips twice before coming to rest on the drivers side leaned up against a steel light pole.

I am out of my truck before the smoke has even cleared and I am running up to the car. I didn't think about when I was behind her, but I knew I saw a car seat in the back of the car. I am the first one actually to the car, and I start to crawl through the broken back window. There, in an old outdated car seat, was a baby of maybe 6 months old. The baby was hanging by it's legs through the car seat and I start screaming that I need a blanket, call 911................I don't even really remember what I said. I gently free the baby from the seat belt of her seat, and I slowly back out of the car, using only my elbows (on the broken glass). It just so happens that where this wreck occurred is less than a mile from the hospital, so I have this older lady telling me that she is a nurse, and she can help. I didn't want to let that baby out of my arms until the ambulance got there. She was screaming and crying and had little cuts all over her, and I knew I just couldn't give her up. The ambulance got there right away (the wreck was 50 feet from a fire-station), and the paramedics took her from me. The mother wasn't so lucky, she didn't make it. I find a little bit later from someone who knew her that her husband was in prison for something or other, and the baby was placed in foster care because she had no relatives that were "able" to take her.

It broke my fucking heart, knowing that baby was probably going to spend her whole fucking childhood in foster care just like I did. So, I went home and finally just cried. I think I cried for an hour straight. I actually cried for so long that I couldn't stop. 

I haven't seen Michelle in more than a week and a half because she is visiting her mom. I talk to her every night, and although we are just "fuck buddies" right now, I still don't feel like I can tell her what I am going through emotionally. So I have been sitting around, watching TV, and feeling sorry for myself.

Okay, well, here is the kicker. Remember Lacie from my story about Las Vegas? Well, I get a call last night from a mutual friend who just found out that Lacie killed herself that afternoon by overdosing on Ambien (or one of those sleeping drugs). She didn't leave a note, and didn't leave a hint about shit. She just upped and fucking killed herself. Lacie has always been one of those girls who was always just on the edge of depression. Even in high school, there were times where is was so bad it was manic. (She was a cutter). Everything that happened bad to Lacie was the worst thing ever, and you knew that someone was going to have to help pull her from her gutter and get her back on her feet. Michelle and Lacie were the closest, and by the time I called Michelle back, she had already heard and was absolutely devastated. I mean, I am too, but to hear Michelle be that devastated was really hard, and when I hung up the phone with her, I totally fucking lost it again.

I slept in this morning and didn't go to the gym. Michelle called me at about 9 to tell me she was catching a flight back home. I talked to a dozen different people on the phone all morning, and sat around waiting for Michelle to call when she landed at 3:30. 4 comes and goes, then 5, then 5:30............I lost it again. Michelle doesn't want to call because................Michelle doesn't want to see me because.................................yeah, yeah, boob boob boob. I pulled myself up at about 6:30, showered, and went to Starbucks on the west end to get a frappacinno. She called me about 8 and said that the second she landed, her phone was overloaded with messages, one being from Lacie's mom who wanted Michelle to come over right away. So, that's were she was. I was a boob for nothing. Well, not really nothing, it has been a fucked week.

2 weeks of the hottest sex I have ever had

Michelle left this morning to go on a month long cruise with her grandparents. When she left, we made the decision that if the opportunity arose, we would "see" other people. We have spent every waking minute together these last two weeks, but we are just having fun. We have talked about a "relationship" on quite a few occasions, and neither of us want to commit exclusively to the other.

It is great that she doesn't want a commitment from me. I just don't see myself spending any real time with her. She has a ton of quirks that I can't get over, she is messy, chews with her mouth open.........just stupid shit. But I have gotta say, they girl is FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC in bed. (And anywhere else).

So, the first night we spend together in Jackson, Wy was decent enough. There was a lot of cuddling, kissing, hugging, holding each other and intimate sex. When we woke up in the morning, we took a shower together, and that started getting pretty hot. We made each other cum before ever getting out, then spent the day shopping and hanging out. That night, we went to the store and got bottle of Vodka and some orange juice. Both of us ended up getting drunker than we figured we would get, and passed out with out clothes on in bed.

On our way back, we talked about sex the whole way. Before we got even halfway, my panties were soaked, and I was over the edge horny. She asked me to masturbate in front of her, so I took off all my clothes and did as she asked. I literally had to wipe off the leather seats because I was so wet. I then asked her to slip off her jeans, and then I took care of her too.

When we got to my place, our clothes were off before we damn near got through the door. We spent the next 8-10 hours having each other in every possible way imaginable. I couldn't get enough of her, and her of me. We fell asleep at about midnight, still naked and in each others arms.

The next morning, we took another shower together. Michelle got out before I did because I forgot to rinse the conditioner out of my hair. Low and behold, Michelle opened up my bottom drawer and find "old blue". She shoved it through the curtain, and with a little grin on her face, asked "what is this for?" I asked her if she really wanted to know, she said she did, so I rinsed and got out. I asked her again, and she said yes. I licked the bottom of it, and stuck it to the edge of the tub. I opened up the medicine cabinet, and took out my silicon lube. Slowly and surely, and in full view of Michelle, I slid "old blue" clean to the hilt in my ass. She just about lost it right there. She couldn't believe I was in to that, and found it super hot that I was. We went back to my bed where she proceeded to fuck my ass while licking my pussy. I came 3 times before I told her to stop. I tried to talk her in to trying it, but I couldn't. (Not this day anyways.)

I have way more to tell, but I have an appointment. Later gator.