The View From My Knees

Lucky, our bed. Morning sex, because I knew I’d be with Mac later. “That shirt you were wearing last night made me want to fuck your tits.” My mind kept wandering, but it was nice. I think he came a few seconds before me.

Excerpt from Misty’s sex diary, November 10th, 2007

I invited Vincent over for a brief sex-and-dinner date. We both had other things to do that night, but it had been a week since we’d last had sex. I’d had an exhausting day at work and, unfortunately, it took its toll on my sex drive. By the time Vincent arrived I could barely get off the couch. As nice as an orgasm sounded, the though of going through the motions of sex was daunting. Still, I felt bad for inviting him over and then not delivering, so I mustered my strength and took him into the bedroom. We lay on the bed kissing for quite some time – longer than usual. It was nice and relaxing, and I honestly didn’t care to go further. But eventually we progressed and were lying naked together, our hands gently working on each other’s genitals. It felt nice, but I didn’t really feel any of the usual “magic” happening. Finally, I pulled him on top of me and h slipped his cock into me. Again, it felt nice, but as we moved together I began to realize that it just wasn’t going to happen.

“Don’t wait for me to come,” I told him. “I think I’m just too exhausted.”

“Maybe we should try a vibrator,” he suggested.

I grabbed the purple vibrator from the nightstand and held it to my clit as he pumped in an out of me. All of the pieces were in place. Everything was being stimulated in the right way. It all felt very good. It just wasn’t good enough. At least, not for the mood or state of exhaustion I was in. Finally, I gave up and put the vibrator away.

“Are you sure?” Vincent asked. “I want you to feel good.”

“I do feel good,” I assured him. “It’s just not going to happen tonight. Now it’s time for us to focus on you feeling good.”

He reluctantly agreed to keep going. We kissed passionately as our bodies moved together, and it wasn’t long before he gave his final thrust and moaned as he came inside of me.

Mac, his desk chair.
I kneeled on the floor in front of him and gave him a blow job.

Excerpt from Misty’s sex diary, January 30th, 2008

Mac, his bed. We planned on taking ecstasy later that night and wanted to come before we got high.

Excerpt from Misty’s sex diary, January 26th, 2008

I got all dressed up for a NorWesCon party with Vincent. I’m pretty sure I was the most colorful belle at that nerdy, steampunk ball.

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