Bret wanted to know how to go down on a woman. I had never had a man go down on me before so I was very excited about the prospect of finally experiencing this great sexual encounter I had heard so much about. We arranged to meet at the usual spot on Sunday night. So as not to arouse much suspiscion, I went there early before he came over. As our luck would have it, only the man of the house was home, the 2 girls and baby boy and mother were at the grand parents so it made it much easier for us to be alone. As the time got darker and later, Bret had actually gotten a VHS of porn for us to watch ... Him did really serious. So, we proceeded to watch.
It started with innocent little touches of my breasts and nipples. Light squeezes, hard pinches, firm rubbing. I was enjoying every minute of it and my pussy started to get wetter and wetter with his every touch. He left me for about 2 minutes during which I continued to touch myself. When he came back he told me that he just went to see if the man of the house was asleep or what ... and he was. I had worn a skirt so that his access would be easy and seemless and in case we thought we would get caught, it would be easy for me to fix my clothes so no one would suspect what was really happening. He raised my skirt, pushed my panty aside and started to kiss me between my legs. I was ecstatic. The first touch of his tongue on my pussy was electrifying. He continued to suck and lick, bite and pull all parts of my pussy, each arousing me in a totally different way. By then, we had forgotten about the movie in the video since we were basically making our own blue movie at that time.
It didn't take long for my first orgasm to rock over my body. He focussed on my clit just perfectly. It was hard to believe that he was doing this for the first time. Whatever he had been watching had taught him well cause he was giving me a pleasure I had never felt before.
After cumming very hard, we took a break and I asked him,
"Are you sure you have never done this before?"
He assured me that this was his first time.
I found it very hard to believe and he said he enjoyed it so much. I asked him what was it he liked about doing it:
1. The way I tasted
2. The way my pussy felt in his mouth
3. How wet it got me, so much more than when he fondles me
4. The way I react when he touches certain spots with his tongue
5. Feeling me cum all over his face
6. The level of pleasure it gave me
He gave me 6 orgasms that night. I finally experienced the "climbing the wall backwards" that I had heard occurs when a man goes down on a woman. It was like he couldn't get enough of me and every time he made me come again it was just like he wanted to do it again and again and again. Honestly, I don't think I could have managed another orgasm that night, although he begged me so much. He followed me home and wanted to go down on me right outside my house on the stairs. I had to send him home telling him to save some for another time. He finally agreed. When I got inside, I just remembered each orgasm he gave me that night and just smiled with pleasure.
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Huh ... Now U Know.
Ten Top Trivia Tips about Natalie!
- If every star in the Milky Way was a grain of salt they would fill Natalie.
- The first toy product ever advertised on television was Mr Natalie Head!
- Over half of Americans are officially Natalie!
- Peanuts and Natalie are beans.
- Julius Caesar wore a laurel wreath to cover up Natalie!
- Olympic badminton rules say that Natalie must have exactly fourteen feathers.
- Moles are able to tunnel through 300 feet of Natalie in a day.
- Red Natalie at night, shepherd's delight. Red Natalie at morning, shepherd's warning.
- Natalieomancy is the art of telling the future with Natalie.
- Banging your head against Natalie uses 150 calories an hour.
Saturday, January 14, 2006
Men ... when will some of them get it??
This past week, I played the role of counsellor to 3 women who are having problems with their man. Even though I'm younger than most of these women, some say I am wise beyond my years and people, even those I consider mere acqauintances come to me for advice because they know I'll keep it real, I won't take sides, I'll be objective and give them my honest opinion.
The scenario that got to me the most was one of a woman, 37 years old. Involved in a relationship with a man for almost 20 years. They share 2 children together. Now, the man was called away as a result of his job for a short stint and the short stint turned into 4 years and counting. Needless to say he basically started another life while away on assignment, almost neglecting his family and told lie upon lie upon lie. Even when he was confronted with evidence of his infidelity, he still continued to vehemently deny the allegations brought against him.
What is it about a man that prevents them from being faithful? If you love someone, why would you want to do something that you KNOW would hurt the person you claim to love if they knew about it? The saying "Wheh eye nuh see, heart nuh leap" is such a true statement. "What you don't know won't hurt you".
I would never tell someone to leave their man. That is their own decision to make. What I try to do is to make the picture clearer. "Love is Blind". I hate to hear of people being hurt in relationships. For this woman, she has remained faithful to him for the entire time that he has been away and I can only imagine the pain and hurt she felt looking at those pictures of her man with another woman in very intimate situations. On top of it, these other women were calling her, and telling her that the man told them that there was no relationship between him and her and that she is just the mother of his children. That is like a slap in the face to someone who has been resisting temptation, raising your children, taking care of business at home, dealing with various situations of violence experienced. I'm so relieved she didn't have a nervous breakdown.
Ok, it's official: Men are complete idiots who don't know a good thing when they see one or have it. They don't give a shit about anything else but themselves, and yet expect us to be faithful, take care of their every need, satisfy them in bed, raise their children, pay the bills and I could go on and on and on. When will they get it? Wishful thinking, cause I believe they never will.
The scenario that got to me the most was one of a woman, 37 years old. Involved in a relationship with a man for almost 20 years. They share 2 children together. Now, the man was called away as a result of his job for a short stint and the short stint turned into 4 years and counting. Needless to say he basically started another life while away on assignment, almost neglecting his family and told lie upon lie upon lie. Even when he was confronted with evidence of his infidelity, he still continued to vehemently deny the allegations brought against him.
What is it about a man that prevents them from being faithful? If you love someone, why would you want to do something that you KNOW would hurt the person you claim to love if they knew about it? The saying "Wheh eye nuh see, heart nuh leap" is such a true statement. "What you don't know won't hurt you".
I would never tell someone to leave their man. That is their own decision to make. What I try to do is to make the picture clearer. "Love is Blind". I hate to hear of people being hurt in relationships. For this woman, she has remained faithful to him for the entire time that he has been away and I can only imagine the pain and hurt she felt looking at those pictures of her man with another woman in very intimate situations. On top of it, these other women were calling her, and telling her that the man told them that there was no relationship between him and her and that she is just the mother of his children. That is like a slap in the face to someone who has been resisting temptation, raising your children, taking care of business at home, dealing with various situations of violence experienced. I'm so relieved she didn't have a nervous breakdown.
Ok, it's official: Men are complete idiots who don't know a good thing when they see one or have it. They don't give a shit about anything else but themselves, and yet expect us to be faithful, take care of their every need, satisfy them in bed, raise their children, pay the bills and I could go on and on and on. When will they get it? Wishful thinking, cause I believe they never will.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Memories
Today I was remembering a very exhilirating experience that started to happen to me when I was about 14 years old. I learnt at a very early age about my sexuality. Background: I was sexually molested at a young age by a family member, was hurt about it, felt violated about it and not sure what to do about it. It was shortly after this awful experience that I started to masturbate. Giving myself pleasure was the only thing on my mind. Every chance I got to be alone would find me touching myself over and over again, trying to find that one spot that made me feel "good".
When I was 16, I formally met a guy, we'll call him Bret, through some friends of my family. I had seen him around in my neighbourhood but we never spoke before. Bret was younger than I was. Maybe 13 or so. I always noticed him looking at me. I knew I was quite sexy but thought it presumptious of this "little boy" to be looking at me. Well, one day, Bret and I were alone at our friend's house. He said he was bored and wanted something to do and I was horny as hell.
Me: "Have you ever touched a woman?"
B: "No"
Me: "Come here"
He didn't resist. He came to sit in the couch with me and I told him to touch my breasts. He was very clumsy as this was his first experience with a woman. He wasn't doing it quite right so I had to direct him, tell him what to do, where to touch, how hard, how fast, where to squeeze and so on. I must say that he was a fast learner. After this lesson, I proceeded to teach him how to use his mouth. It was almost like all of this just came naturally to him because by the time we were through on that day, he was feeling and touching my breasts better than some of the men that had gotten the chance to do so before him.
What excited me even more was how interested Bret was in learning. After that day, he would constantly call me to ask me when was his next lesson. And so began the student-teacher relationship between us. In addition, he had now developed this passion for porn "blue movies" and also became an avid watcher of those. He even shared a few of them with me whenever we had the house to ourselves.
You can only imagine my shock when a couple of weeks after, Bret called to say that he wants to know how to go down on a woman.
When I was 16, I formally met a guy, we'll call him Bret, through some friends of my family. I had seen him around in my neighbourhood but we never spoke before. Bret was younger than I was. Maybe 13 or so. I always noticed him looking at me. I knew I was quite sexy but thought it presumptious of this "little boy" to be looking at me. Well, one day, Bret and I were alone at our friend's house. He said he was bored and wanted something to do and I was horny as hell.
Me: "Have you ever touched a woman?"
B: "No"
Me: "Come here"
He didn't resist. He came to sit in the couch with me and I told him to touch my breasts. He was very clumsy as this was his first experience with a woman. He wasn't doing it quite right so I had to direct him, tell him what to do, where to touch, how hard, how fast, where to squeeze and so on. I must say that he was a fast learner. After this lesson, I proceeded to teach him how to use his mouth. It was almost like all of this just came naturally to him because by the time we were through on that day, he was feeling and touching my breasts better than some of the men that had gotten the chance to do so before him.
What excited me even more was how interested Bret was in learning. After that day, he would constantly call me to ask me when was his next lesson. And so began the student-teacher relationship between us. In addition, he had now developed this passion for porn "blue movies" and also became an avid watcher of those. He even shared a few of them with me whenever we had the house to ourselves.
You can only imagine my shock when a couple of weeks after, Bret called to say that he wants to know how to go down on a woman.
Sunday, January 08, 2006
Depression
I'm so fucking depressed. I'm feeling overwhelmed with loneliness. Is it right for someone as sweet as me to feel this way? Why am I always hurt over and over again? Because I fucking allow people to take advantage of my feelings all the fucking time. It is depressing. I wish there was someone that I could talk to but everyone that I have ever trusted or opened up myself to has stabbed me in the back so deep that the pain is never forgotten. And so the decision is mine to put up the likes of a Berlin Wall to keep out intruders who will hurt me if they get a chance. I'm sick and tired of feeling like this. I might as well just die. Who would miss me? Absolutely no one.
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