little punk boy

An out of town friend e-introduced me to a friend of his who had recently moved to my city. Gabe and I texted for about a week and on Monday he asked me out for Friday. I wasn't sure that our mutual friend's intention was for the two of us to go out on dates, and honestly I am not sure I want to be going on dates with people who are not Christopher, but whatever. I accepted. The next day (Tuesday) I told him that I was going to be at Megan's house watching movies and drinking and he said that he'd be in that same neighborhood for a friend's birthday get together. So Megan and I guzzled the last of our whisky and headed his way.

These types of things are always so awkward. We got to the bar and ordered our drinks and I texted him that I didn't see him, but we were at the bar. He came up and met us and invited us to sit with his friends. I'm gonna be honest, after I drank the shot of whisky that came with my beer a lot of details are fuzzy. I remember talking to the lady sitting on the other side of Gabe. I remember Megan hitting it off with a really hot (albeit not as PUNK as Gabe) dude. I remember Gabe saying he needed to leave to catch his train and a lightbulb going on in my brain because I needed to catch the same train. So we departed, leaving Megan with the hottie.

Uh, we started making out on the sidewalk outside the bar. We missed our train. The next one wouldn't come by for an hour and a half. I suggested we take the bus but he said he'd pay for a cab. He was all like "Are you comfortable with the cab dropping us off at my house?" and I was like YES. We got to his house, I met all his housemates, and went to his room where he put on Jawbreaker (important mainly because earlier in the evening Megan and I were discussing high school crushes and I told her about the guy I fell in love with at a dumb local hardcore show who was wearing a Jawbreaker shirt. We both sighed and wished that we could have Jawbreaker loving boyfriends NOW).

He went down on me forever. It's not something I enjoy for more than a few minutes, but I always let dudes do it because I figure they probably enjoy it just as much as I enjoy sucking cock. So after a while I started sucking his cock, and he got a condom, I put it on, and got on top of him. Maybe I was too wet? I don't know, his dick was pretty big but it kept slipping out. He turned me over and fucked me from behind and I came once, then flipped me over and got on top of me and I came a few more times. By this point I was begging him to cum on my face so he pulled out, pulled off the condom, and did so. We wiped up and he turned off the Jawbreaker and I distinctly remember hearing music from the next bedroom and realizing that probably everyone in the house probably heard us.

I have a pretty strict "no sleepover" policy but I was too drunk to walk home alone at 3am so I stayed. The morning was so awkward! He started tossing and turning at like 6am. He didn't even press his boner against my butt. So I got up and got dressed and he walked me out.

I tried to hang out with him again Thursday night, since Megan and I were out and she was meeting up with the cute dude she met Tuesday, but when it was time to catch the train he wasn't responding to his texts, so I went home alone. He texted me right as I got home and apologized but then bombarded me with a ton of insecure messages. I haven't replied. I probably should, he's worth fucking again.

night and day

Night and day, you are the one
Only you beneath the moon or under the sun
Whether near to me, or far
It's no matter darling where you are
I think of you

It's been barely a month and yet, everything feels right. Sure, we've had our little squabbles, mostly because of misunderstandings over blackberry messenger (total "first world problem") where you can't read tone or inflection. He amazes me; he impresses me. And somehow, I do the same for him.

He claims I begged him to fuck me in the ass last week while drunk and he obliged, especially when I panted, "harder, faster."
"I came inside your ass," he told me, and I grinned. "Cum was leaking out everywhere. It was hot."

Who is this Ms. Hyde that shows up when I have more than three glasses of wine? I don't know, but he seems to like her just as much as he adores the sober me. I won't complain about that.

twitter

I set up a twitter. This achieves two goals:

1. my twitter friends on my real twitter will not have to be grossed out when I talk about watersports or puking on dicks or whatever

2. blog readers can be entertained

https://twitter.com/sugarskeet

I'll add anyone who adds me!

xo

baby's first time watching porn whilst fucking

My aforementioned nut-busting friend (let's call him Christopher--I have a feeling he will keep popping up in here and he deserves a name) invited me over to watch porn with him. We had some wine, and it wasn't long before I was sucking his dick and fucking myself with a dildo. When I came up for air we went to his bedroom where he turned on GANGLAND 18 on his ridiculously huge TV. Then he positioned me so we could both see and fucked me as we watched one woman take on three men. He pointed out that she coughed and gagged on cocks more than I do so I pointed out that the dicks she was sucking are like twice the size of the dicks I get to suck. I got slapped for that. He fast forwarded to the double penetration part since that is what we both wanted to watch anyway.

He's experienced in that area. I'm not. It is my ultimate sex goal but it's a special thing--not something I could do with just anyone--and I've been waiting for the right time with the right people. So we watched and talked about how it could be me while we fucked and it was really hot. I had three great orgasms, he had a great orgasm, we snuggled and fell asleep.

This morning he woke up with a raging hard on. We had nice, sweet sex, finishing just as my alarm went off.

I went to work with him dripping out of me.

quickie

Today my friend came over for a BJ and my lips were all the way on his pelvis as he fucked through my throat sphincter. He stripped me down to my undies and socks and kept one hand in my hair and the other on my ass. We went to my room where I got a condom and some lube, got him all ready, then got on my hands and knees. Since he didn't prep my ass it was a little difficult going in but once it was in it felt great. He positioned me all sorts of ways to hit me in different spots. I got out my vibe and had two super intense orgasms, then he pushed me flat on the bed with my legs together, choked me, gave my ass the hardest fucking it has ever had (at least sober). He pulled out and came into the condom (always fun to watch) then took a shower. We hung out for a while, then he went to work.

you may be wondering

Where have I been? Oh, I've been busy having met my perfect pervert. He may well be everything I could ever want - handsome, smart, charming, and extremely talented in his industry. Success and ambition are extremely appealing. Sure, we may not work out, but I'd like to believe that dreams come true, and he and I could work out. We may not, but why bet on the negative horse? If you do, then I wonder, what's wrong with you?

So during my hiatus from blogging, I have brought on Meredith because she's a beautiful, intelligent and well-written slut who will provide you with the titillation and entertainment you so deservedly need.

I'll pop back in now and again to say hello, maybe write about something filthy and slutty, but please welcome Meredith. She's a gorgeous person and you will adore her as much as I do.

The Ultimate FWB

Two nights ago I don't remember too well. I just remember being at the bar and running into this guy I've been friends with and fucked on and off for 10 years. Next thing I know we're walking home. We went down an alley and he leaned against a car and unzipped his pants and I was on my knees. I deep throated him and I gagged and puked all over everything, which was funny but maybe a little too attention grabbing.

We got to his house. I remember ripping his clothes off and blowing him again, sticking a finger in his ass. I know he fucked me in the pussy a little but asked for my ass and got my lube out of my bag. I definitely fingered my clit and apparently said a lot of nasty things. Uh then I don't know what happened but in the morning I woke him up with a BJ and he came in my mouth and I spit it all over him.

Ten years ago he was the first person to choke me. Four years ago he was the first person to slap me and call me names. It was a huge turn on back then and he's taken it to a whole new level now and it is SO HOT. I wish our relationship wasn't so complicated because we'd have so much fun all the time. I went back over last night, he was drunk but I wasn't. I didn't bring lube and he didn't have any. He was disappointed he couldn't get in my ass but it was probably too sore anyway. I blew him for a million years then got on top of him and rode him and had like 5 orgasms, then he got on top with his hands on my throat, slapping my face, tits, ass, calling me a whore and a slut. He came in my face and I opened my eyes to watch and got a serious case of semen eye. Then we played words with friends for a while then I walked home. Life isn't bad at all.

Let Me Clear My Throat

Hi. I'm Meredith. I'm the midwestern version of Imogene and that is really all you need to know for now.

The most frustrating thing about being an awesome slut is the disjunction between dudes who want to fuck, dudes who want to love, and dudes that I find worthy of fucking and loving. A few weeks ago I met a guy I thought was all three. He seemed intelligent, punk, and slut-loving; he was handsome, and he told me he was looking for a relationship. Having recently declared that I was "over" casual sex, I waited until the third date to fuck him--and it was amazing. I'm not sure what happened after that. Suddenly he was too busy to see me. His texts dried up.

I get it. I may not know why he stopped being into me, and it hurt, but whatever. I recover easily. I remained friendly with him. I didn't spend any time on pursuing any other boys, focusing instead on spending time with my ladyfriends.

After two weeks he texted me, "come help me nut." I'm embarrassed to admit that I snapped to it. We snuggled on the couch, sober, talking about work (we work in similar fields), lame friends, whatever, for way too long. Eventually he grabbed my throat. We started kissing. I got on my knees, took his cock in my mouth. We moved to the bedroom. He undressed me and admired my new chest tattoo as I looked out the window at the guy next door who was watching TV. My lover asked if I wanted to close the blind. I didn't. He closed it anyway and returned to the bed to fuck my throat.

After a good deal of throat fucking I got shoved down on the bed and penetrated from behind. I came once, got flipped over, got slapped and called a whore. Got choked while I came again and again. And again. The bedroom was super hot and we were both sweating--usually pretty gross to me--but now it was awesome. He couldn't decide where to come but after much debate he exploded inside of me.

We peeled off each other. He put on Gehenna and left to take a shower while I laid there with my head hanging off the bed. Earlier in the evening he had kinda invited me out with his friends but when he asked if it would be a total asshole move to go out without me I was relieved. I was sticky, my makeup was a mess, and all I really wanted to do was go home and lie in front of a fan. He walked me to my car, kissed me goodbye, and I went to the grocery store to buy chex mix and apple juice.

I'll never be his girlfriend. A perfect guy is not a perfect guy if he can't make time to see me a couple of times a week. But I assure you, I'll be thinking about him during my magic wand sessions for the next couple of weeks, and the next time he needs help busting a nut, I will be there.

day six, day sex

He positions me so that our genitals are directed at the floor to ceiling windows which face an office building. It's not even 7pm, and the sun has yet to set.
"But people can see," I protest.
"That's exactly the point," he laughs. "There's one guy in an office across the way right now watching."
"Oh, god," I mutter, attempting to hide my face beneath a pillow.
"You love it," he intones.
"You're right," I admit. "I do."

He creampies me fifteen minutes later, rubbing the semen all over my swollen, sticky vulva, and takes a phone call, leaving me exposed and raw for all to view. I lie there, helpless but not, reveling in the vulnerable state - this is me, giving up all dignity.

so it goes

I met someone on Sunday. The first night, he held my hand the entire time we slept, despite having not even kissed.

Monday, we went to Eleven Madison Park, his fingers grazing the hemline of my dress while his palm rested on my knee as we sampled a decadent seven course tasting menu.

I asked him on Tuesday, "Is it OK if I call you 'Daddy?'" and his body trembled.
"I love that," he replied, reaching for my throat, kissing me hard.