Never the End, Always a New Beginning

Over a week had gone by before I contacted Mr Good-Company after our play session. Call it what you will, but something just didn't 'feel right'. So I asked him if he wanted to meet up again sometime. His answer was as I had expected, 'I think I've met someone'.

Though for me this was a bit disappointing, I will admit that I wasn't overly surprised. I had probably been expecting it really. What with him starting uni this year I had sort of figured that he was bound to meet someone. This was just a little bit sooner than I had expected.

But I surprised myself. I cried for a little bit I will admit, but I was happy for him. Everyone wants someone special in their life and I was happy that he thought he may have found someone. 

I was also jealous though. I wanted someone special for me too. While Mr Good-Company obviously wasn't that someone special for me, he was someone I could play with in the meantime.

I think, for me, that has been the hardest part. Redefining our friendship. So much of it was based on sex and what we had done and wanted to do. Wether it be playing in person or online, that was all a no-go now. What on earth would we talk about? Could we still be friends?

One of the things I do regret is the timing. Just after this happened I drowned my phone, losing all the pictures Mr Good-Company had sent me and I them. Those pictures were important to me. Reminders of fun times and such. I asked Mr Good-Company if he still had them and could resend them. He said that he no longer had them. I'm not sure if I believe him or not, but I do understand that he might just not want to send another girl pictures of his genitals whilst he has a new love interest. I mourn those pictures though.

What this all made me not regret however, was convincing Mr Good-Company to stay for one last round when he visited me. I remember it as fun sex. Just light hearted fun and a perfect way to bring that version of our friend ship to an end. Had he not stayed I believe I would have been left frustrated and wanting more. I don't think this would have helped my ability to accept his non-single status at all.

Now it is finished. I had a fantastic time with Mr Good-Company over the past twelve months and know I will never forget any of it. I learnt so much about sex, good times and most importantly myself. I regret none of it and hope only for the success of this much newer reincarnation of our friendship.

Good luck with your romance Mr Good-Company. May we both find the happiness we seek in this new year.

Double the Bed, Double the Action

This post is a bit late I will admit, but these things happen. About two weeks ago now, I had a play date with Mr Good-Company. This time he came to my place and I bought a new bed for the occasion, my single bed not really being adequate for the anticipated activities.

I was of course nervous in the lead up to his arrival but later that afternoon a phone call from my boss put those thoughts out of my mind altogether. Our shop was closing, we were all losing our jobs. But I believe I've already told that story.

When Mr Good-Company arrived we stood around in my lounge room for a bit before he asked to see my new bed. We sat there in my room for a bit before he said 'Come here'. And I did.

I admit I can't clearly recall the order of events any more, what with them not being fresh in my mind, but I do remember thoroughly enjoying myself. I remember some very good oral. I remember straddling Mr Good-Company and rubbing my clit against his cock, coming over and over again before he suggested I fuck him. I rode him and came, and rode him and came. Finally bringing Mr Good-Company to orgasm.

There is just something about coming with another person, them making me come and I them, that I love so much. It is this more than my own orgasm where I draw my satisfaction from. To me, mutual pleasure is so much more fulfilling then any masturbatory session.

After putting our clothes back on Mr Good-Company and I nerded it up a bit before dinner, talking about the old favourite, Doctor Who. After dinner and some more nerd time, we headed back to the bedroom and started to make out. It would now be my turn to tie Mr Good-Company up.

After fiddling around with the rope for a little bit, working out how best to tie it without having to cut it (it was a nice bit of rope), I finally had Mr Good-Company tied to the four corners of the bed. He already looked like he was enjoying himself.

I kissed him, once again straddled him and began to rub myself against his cock. I love doing this, I come so easily from it. After I had my orgasm I put my oral skills to use. Sucking him, licking him, feeling him thrust his hips towards my mouth.

Following this I backed of, kissing him some more whilst stroking his cock, feeling the wetness of my saliva and his precum on his cock. I then went back rubbing myself against him. I repeated these moves several times until, when I was once again rubbing myself against his cock, he begged me to fuck him. 

What I enjoyed most about this was seeing in his face how much he did want to fuck me. Because I couldn't help myself  I asked 'You sure?'

"Yes. Fuck me!'

I untied him, letting him put a condom on before I began to ride him. Once again coming on his cock. Immediately after this Mr Good-Company pushed me off him and onto my back. He quickly positioned himself between my legs and began to fuck me so damn hard and fast that i again found myself coming, only a few seconds before he did.

I held him there afterwards, just feeling his cock jerking inside of me. I'd always wanted to do that but foor some reason never had. I quite enjoyed the feeling of his cock moving inside me that way. It caused me to grind myself against his pelvis wanting more. But that round, enough was enough.

We went to sleep then, after some silly discussion about the buzzing of mosquitoes. I woke up a couple of hours later and my hands went wandering. They found the bulge in Mr Good-Company shorts and began to stroke it through the thin fabric, feeling it harden. My hands then began to search for the waistband of those shorts, finding their way to the fun held beneath the fabric of those shorts.

Mr Good-Company woke then and his hand began to wander, finding their way to my pants, to the hem of my shirt, to the nipples underneath that shirt. 

This was to be a quick session. We rubbed and stroked each other, kissing in the dark before Mr Good-Company climbed on top of me, rubbing my clit with his cock before straddling my chest. He reached to my bedside cabinet for a little bullet vibe I have affectionately nicknamed 'Supervibe'. He turned it on and found his way to my clit. Not quite hitting the right spot, I took it from him an began to put it to some very good use.

Mr Good-Company was still straddling my chest, teasing and pinching my nipples. As he stroked his cock I began to moan as only Supervibe can cause me to do. Orgasming again and again as Mr Good-Company continued to rub himself. I listened to him, amongst the sounds of my moans and Supervibe I could hear he was close.

We had discussed facials before and this was to be it. As my orgasms continued he began to come, squirting over my mouth and cheeks. 

I had always wondered what I would do at this moment, but I didn't even have to think about it. I licked the tip of his cock as he came, licked the cum from my lip and continued to flick the tip of his cock with my tongue. He tasted so good.

We went back to sleep after that. I tried to repeat my wandering hands manoeuvre when I again woke later on. I felt him grow hard and reached into his shorts only to be stopped by a mumbled 'To sore.' Accepting this, I rolled over and went back to sleep.

Mr Good-Company was ready to leave first thing the next morning. Watching him dress I asked if he was still sore. He was. I didn't like this answer, but there really wasn't much I could do about it. 

As I sat on the edge of the bed I pulled him in for a goodbye kiss, wrapping my legs around him as he leant over me. I didn't want him to go just yet. Unfortunately ,Mr Good-Company knows my weakness. He tickled me! Turning me into a squirming pile of giggles, I let him go.

We walked into the lounge room and I requested another kiss. This time I had a better hold of him. I wouldn't let him go and just kept kissing him each time he made a move to break away.

'What are you going to do, chase me around the room?'

'Nope. I'm going to push you backwards onto that chair and then I'm going to straddle you.'

I don't know how, but somehow that is exactly what happened. I straddled him. Unable to help myself I was rubbing against his groin. I kept trying to take his shirt off but he just wouldn't let me. Each time I tried to pull it over his head he would lean back against the chair and say 'Nope'. My response was of course 'Yes' as I tried as hard as I could to pull him forward and drag the shirt of at the same time. After what felt like several minutes I had his shirt off. 

I was finding this all very entertaining, but at the same time hoping like all hell he wouldn't just stand and leave. I was more than ready by this stage. I wanted him.

'You're just horny' 

I was still rubbing myself against him. His hands were on breasts.

'So are you, I can feel you'. 

I continued to kiss him, trying to figure out if I could keep rubbing against him and undo his belt buckle at the same time.

'You just like rubbing against me'.

'Who can blame me?'

I finally got that damn belt buckle undone and began to work on the zipper. It was so hard to do in the position I was in! I finally undid his jeans and giggled.

'I've never undone a guys pants before'.

With that Mr Good-Company laughed. Pushing me off him and we went back into the bedroom. Quickly taking of our clothes I straddled him and began rubbing against him in earnest. Such was my level of arousal I found myself coming quicker and better than normal.

'Why don't you do that for real?'

So I reached for the condoms, which of course had fallen out of reach during the night. As Mr Good-Company put one on I knelt there, rocking on my heels. I wanted sex. I really wanted sex. As soon as he had that condom on I was back on him. I believe I came several times before picking up the pace for Mr Good-Company. I don't believe I have ever rode him as hard as I did that morning.

When he finally came I just lay on top of his chest, exhausted.

Putting our clothes back on it really was time for Mr Good-Company to leave. We kissed once more in the bedroom before making our way to the front door. As he went to open it I pulled him in for one more kiss. This time it really was a goodbye kiss and I made the most of it, not knowing when or if I would see him again.

As it turns out I saw him half an hour later. After he left I found his sunglasses so I sent him a text and he came back for them. This time it was just a quick goodbye as friends. A brief exchange and a 'See ya later'. Though I was of course wondering if I would ever actually see him again.

I must admit, even now I'm rather pleased in my efforts of convincing Mr Good-Company to stay for that last round. It was the kind of silly fun I really enjoy with him. All in all, it was a memorable night for all the right reasons.

Untitled

I recently wrote about a coming play date with Mr Good-Company and I know there are a few of you waiting for details. I promise, they are coming. Unfortunately Just two hours before Mr Good-Company arrived at my place I had a phone call from my boss. She had just found out from Head Office that our shop is to be shut down. All of us, including her, will be out of work in less than two weeks. To put it simply, I'm devastated.

Due to this I haven't really been in the mood for documenting the fun going ons of my recent play date. Not only am I still quite upset about the loss of my job, but I am also busy looking for a new one. I have been spending my most of spare time on this. Writing resumes, printing them and walking the streets looking for businesses I can hand them into.

All of us at the shop were a fantastic team. We really worked together so well it was amazing. I'm going to miss everybody a lot, though some I know I'll keep in contact with. I don't honestly think I will ever have a job I enjoyed as much as I did this one. 

Please be patient while I see this hurdle through. I'll do my best to have my play date blogged within the week. In the meantime, I can't help but secretly hope that Head Office will change their mind regarding our closure (not going to happen). I would give up so much in my life, if only I could have my job back. I love it so much. I will miss it even more.

Unlocking the Back Door

Clover clamps: Pull string to tighten.

In several days time I will be having a play date with Mr Good-Company. To say that I'm excited would be quite the understatement. Whilst I'm not bouncing of the walls as I was with Sexpo, I'm pretty close.

This time we will just be at my place. I had to buy a new bed for the occasion and my single bed just wasn't going to cut it. I'm still figuring out me new bed. Which side do I feel better sleeping on? What do I do with all the extra space? Though the extra space does have some benefit, I no longer accidentally kick the cat out of bed in the night.

I've taken some time to try and prepare a few things for this session. Last time we attempted anal it didn't go so well. Mr Good-Company had a lot of difficulty penetrating me and when he did it hurt a lot in a bad way. This time I wanted to be more prepared. As I've mentioned, I don't like being beaten but at the same time I can also respect my bodies limits. If I can't do anal then I can live with that but I wanted to have one last try.

I ordered a set of butt plugs to help me with this final attempt. They progress in size from small to large, the idea being to work your way up to the larger size.

I had no problems inserting the first plug though it felt so unbearably odd that I was only able to wear it for about five minutes, if that. I had to more tries with that plug, lasting first 10 minutes and then 20 minutes. 

I'd had no trouble at all with this plug so I decided to move forward to the second. To my surprise, I had no trouble inserting thins one either. When I had it inside of me I could feel that it was larger than the first but still no more difficult to wear. The first time I wore it I was able to last 40minutes, though I did need distractions to help me stop stressing over it. The second time I wore it I had less luck, lasting only 5 minutes. I assume this was because my sister was at home and as such I wasn't comfortable to enough to relax properly. Hopefully I'll have better luck next time.

I have both read and had people tell me that wearing a plug simply makes you feel 'full'. I don't believe that what it feels like is quite like that, not to me anyway. To insert the plug I curled myself up with my legs toward my chest, that is what felt most comfortable. In this position I can hardly feel the plug at all, a good thing as far as I'm concerned. But when I straighten myself out and stand, the feeling of the plug changes entirely. It feels as if I need to go to the toilet, but contradictory to how this would normaly feel, my muscles aren'tclenched shut, trying to hold things in. I believe this is where the 'odd' feeling I experience comes from. My body knows what it should be feeling but my head telling it something slightly different to the norm

I haven't progressed to the third and largest size yet. I'm not sure that I intend to. Hopefully the middle size should have helped me enough to make anal pain free though I'm still not expecting to receive any pleasure from the act.

I also bought something a bit more out of the ordinary, something nothing like anything currently in my toy box. Since I enjoy having my nipples bitten and teased, I wondered what else I might enjoy in regards to nipple play. As such, I bought myself some clover clamps. 

They arrived along with a few other things yesterday whilst I was work. My sister rang me asking if she could open the package (her having no idea what it contained. I of course denied her the pleasure of playing snoop. Later that eveing I escaped her watchful eye and opened up the package. Inside was some rope, some toy cleaner a couple of 'free gifts' and the clamps. 

I eagerly took my shirt and bra off, keen to see what they felt like... HOLY MOTHER F@#KER! 

To say that the clamps to what they say they do is an understatement. I tried to leave them on for more than a couple of seconds and I could feel the urge to swear rapidly building and the tears welling in my eyes. Those things hurt! I think I can safely say that I have no interest in that level of pain. I would nearly swear that my nipples were going to fall off and I didn't even begin to tighten the clamps. I think my preferred type of nipple pain will continue to be that of someone's teeth and fingers, gently tightening around my flesh. Much more enjoyable than the clasp of steel.

Even though anal isn't my favourite thing to do, I am still immensely excited about this coming play session. Mr Good-Company and I plan on tying each other up, perhaps  putting to use some of the instructions in a Shibari book I recently bought. Most important of all we're going to test out out my new bed. I know it's good for sleeping in, but is is good for other things too?

Better than Cake

Pussy Cake. Almost as tasty as the real thing.

The other day I celebrated my first kiss with vodka and some incredibly delicious grapes. Inspired to top that effort I decided I would make a cake for the next celebration of my sex life. The day I first received oral.

This day was the one immediately after that of my first kiss, the 03/01/11. It begin with some serious flirting online between myself and Mr Good-Company before he asked me over to his place to watch a movie. While still online he asked what movie I wanted to see, my response was 'But we're not really going to watch a movie are we?'

Even in my inexperience I knew what I wanted, though not to what level. I would never have imagined as I walked over to Mr Good-Company's place that I would end up receiving oral that night. At that stage in my life I still actually thought the idea of a woman receiving oral, of having her pussy eaten and her clit sucked, as a bit of a myth. Did guys really do that? Why would they put their faces in the midst of someone's genitals? On that note I also believed that women didn't enjoy sucking cock. Well I proved myself wrong on that one...

We did watch a movie, though the distraction of Mr Good-Company sitting next to me meant I wasn't really paying that much attention. When the movie ended, he turned to me and began to kiss me. Running his hands along my body, under my shirt, removing his shirt, unzipping my jeans.

I thought for the smallest possible of amount of time of stopping him as I had the night before. But I didn't. He pulled my jeans off and began to rub me through my knickers. He slipped a finger underneath the fabric, finding my clit and making me gasp. He continued to kiss me, fingering me and making me moan.

Eventually he stopped, Mr Good-Company moved to the floor and asked 'can I?' and I nodded. I believe I was in a slight state of shock at the time. I'm not even sure I could have formed a coherent sentence.

Mr Good-Company removed my knickers, positioned himself between my legs and began to eat me. I can remember just sitting there, lying back against the couch and holding his head in my hands. I remember letting out the occasional gasp as I was shocked and delighted by the pleasant sensations his mouth was causing.

He paused at one stage and looked up at me. I looked at him 'To think last night I was only having my first kiss'.

'Who wouldn't want to kiss you?' He reached up and kissed me hard on the mouth, gripping my thighs as he did so before moving back to kiss my pussy.

I don't believe I will ever forget that night. It was one of the first times I ever felt desirable and I absolutely loved it. I think this feeling, that and having someone between my legs for the first time are worth celebrating. Feeling desirable is a wonderful sensation and so is that of having a tongue lapping up and down your pussy, a     mouth sucking on your clit and making you moan. It's even better than cake,

One Kiss, Two Kiss, Three kiss, More!

Somehow this guys face reminds me of GC...

Twelve months ago, at this time, on this day, I was sitting in a pub with a pineapple cruiser with the man who was to become Mr Good-Company. We didn't know each other very well then having only just met 45 minutes earlier at the bottom of my driveway. Later that night we would wander down to the carnival, he would win me a giant monkey coming out of a banana and we would spend several hours walking around in the dark just talking.

We eventually made our way back to my place, we stood awkwardly in my kitchen for a while, just talking before we ran out of things to say and Mr Good-Company said his goodbyes. Then he kissed me. My first kiss. On the second of January 2011 at approximately 11.45pm. I nearly gagged.

The gagging wasn't Mr Good-Company's fault of course. He didn't know he was my first kiss so showed no hesitation about shoving his tongue into my mouth. My mouth however, disagreed with this course of events. At least at first. It soon got over this invasion of space and Mr Good-Company and I moved over to my couch.

He continued to kiss me. Removing his shirt and somewhere along the line undoing my bra. He removed my shirt and began to kiss my breasts. No one had seen me topless since I was a child. I think I was in a slight state of shock.

At one point he asked me if I 'wanted his finger' as he rubbed his hand against the crutch of my jeans. I said no. I may have been rather out of it, but I knew I was in no way ready for that! Let me enjoy the kissing first!

Enjoy it I did. Mr Good-Company continued to kiss me and I him, rubbing my groin and sucking my nipples until early in the morning.

Near to 2am I believe, he had to leave. We put our clothes back on and stood up. Once standing he said 'Fuck it' and pushed me back onto the couch, furiously kissing me once more. Then it really was time for him to leave.

When he was gone I just stood there for a few seconds. What the hell had just happened? I had just had my first kiss, that's what! Then another and another and another! I hadn't even thought to tell him he was my first!

I never thought until then that he would  end up having my virginity as well, though a few days later I did go to the Doctor and get myself a prescription for the pill 'just in case'. Always better to be safe than sorry.

I had also never thought until then that I might be attractive enough for anyone to want to kiss me. Sure, I had wondered when we were walking around, when we were standing in my kitchen, how the night would end. I had hoped he might kiss me, or at least ask to see me again. In the end, t he way things happened exceeded even my hopes for a good night. He kissed me more than once, wanted to take my clothes off and said he wanted to see me again. I certainly went to bed with the most ridiculous grin on my face that night.

Here's to 2012! May you somehow exceed the delights of 2011!

Body Knows Best

I think I shall soon have to concede defeat. I wish this were not the case as I prefer to be the one celebrating in triumph. I have to admit though, that my body probably knows what is best for me.

I have documented my anal explorations here and I continue with them today. Despite my attempts, and my one successful try at anal sex, anything but my slimmest toy continues to cause me large amounts of pain.

My slimmest toy doesn't hurt me, though it does feel unsettling. When I try to move up from this however, I can barely insert the tip before tears begin to well in my eyes. It hurts, and it isn't a good hurt.

Before you start saying 'lube' I will have you know that I make sure to lose plenty of lube. Today in fact I used way to mush, accidentally squeezing half the tube out. I'm rather glad I had thought to lay a towel down because it really made quite the mess!

I recently ordered a set of butt plugs in three sizes. I plan to trial these when they arrive, I am not going to back down without one last fight. But failing success there, I will leave my ass alone. Perhaps it's not my ass creating the barrier, perhaps it's my mind. I don't know. But I do believe that on the topic of what feels wrong or right my body does know best and I should trust it to make this decision for me.