Confessions of an Amazon

Sexy survey for my book

help a girl out ;)

Challenge: the new sub must wear underwear of my choosing to dinner. (Pink or coral bikini cut cotton panties)

No exceptions.

The meeting will take place at 830 sharp, tardiness is not acceptable.

Epilogue to follow meeting.

There is something always so alluring about a fresh conversation and a hand on my shoulder.

I could say I’m immune to the charms of others and that I don’t fall for supposed “game” but then I would be lying. I would be in fact a liar. I am no liar.

It was rainy out and FreshFace was kind enough to help me move some boxes. I decided to give him a break and make us some lunch.

As I was cooking I could feel his eyes watching me sweep across the kitchen. The conversation went from tame to nc-17 in a matter of seconds. First we were discussing spices and all of sudden my favorite position in bed was relevant conversation. I have to chalk most of this up to the fact that I display a fair amount of frankness. FreshFace and I have never been romantically involved before merely swapped stories. Today there seemed to be more in the room then just our friendships.

I finished our lunch (stir fry and chicken) and I made us a make shift table out of boxes. We sat close to each other on the floor swapping more stories and laughing. We finished our food so I disposed of the dishes, when I walked back in the room he was sitting in the couch. I say next to him but I could feel a pull in my gut. I was nervous.

We chatted more and I could feel him readjust his position on the couch. His arm draped on the back side of the couch as his finger tips slightly grazed my shoulder. I moved in closer to his fingers, his touch wasn’t unwelcome. As we were talking a loud thunder clap was heard outside, I jumped so high on the couch. Almost instinctually he wrapped his strong arms around me. I looked up into his green eyes and there was his smile. I smiled back at him and looked in his eyes. There it was that real silence, the kind of that happens when you’re trying to read the other one’s mind. Like some kind of x-men he knew what to do, he lifted my chin to his and kissed me. It was the perfect mixture of warmth and apprehension. His hand slightly shook when he pulled me in closer. I decided to take matters into my own hands, I went from sitting next to him to sitting on top of him. I could feel him underneath me apparently it was a good idea. He pulled me in by the small of my back and started kissing me on my neck. I could feel myself breathing harder and a small moan escaped my lips. This was a trigger for him and he took my shirt off from over my head.
We’ve been friends long enough you would have thought the sight of my bare breast would not be shocking. Apparently it’s shocking. He laid me down on the couch and got on top of me. He smiled and touched the side of my face with the back of his hand. He was so gentle, he unzipped his pants and then mine. I moved mine down and I went to move his when I saw it. His penis was quite a lot larger than I expected. ALOT. It wasn’t scary porn big just impressive big. My immediate thought was “can that fit in my mouth?” So I sat up and tried. He wasn’t ready for that, he let out a primal moan loud enough I think the block heard. I kept going as he rocked his hips to meet my mouth. I could tell he was ready to cum and he tried to pull away but I didn’t want to. I kept going harder until I felt him cum down my throat. I pulled away and his face was classic. It was a combination of bewildered and exhausted. Muahahaha.
After he came down from his high, he had this smirk on his face. Yanked my pants off my ankles and threw them to the floor. He pulled me down the couch so his face met my pussy. I couldn’t breath and he didn’t do anything yet. He sat there for a moment breathing me in, nuzzling his nose in the space where my hips meet my thigh. Then he went in, his whole face consumed by me. I couldn’t keep still, I was writhing around like a noisy fish out of water. I could feel it building, I wasn’t expecting it so soon. He could feel it too, he stuck two fingers inside of me and fucked me. I came so hard I think I blacked out for a second. As I was coming down he turned me over and pulled my hips up. He stuck his dick in and pumped me back and forth. It felt perfect and then he was ready to cum again. He pulled out and came on my back so hard he fell on top of me and we both collapsed.

- amazon

So as you know because of the whole human factor I tend to get nervous in front of people I have crushes on. I say nervous but I really mean giggly and blush similar to a bipolar Japanese school girl.

Last night for instance was extremely satisfying, just was more of a uphill climb.

I’m at my favorite dive feeling more melancholy than usually but not so melancholy I can’t sing karaoke. I get a text from, lets call him HipHop McJewFro, that says he might show up later. That perks me up a bit, he’s good company plus I think he’s adorable. He finally gets there and we chat forever in the bar about bad singers, Nintendo DS and why Misfits season 4 is probably shit. The bar is closing down and I should have stopped after one drink but I don’t care. We’re walking to our respective vehicles when I turn and ask “aren’t you going to say goodbye?” He turns a bit surprised and approaches me with a hug. I linger a little too long on purpose and then turn and head back to my car. As I’m cranking the engine I’m mumbling to myself like a homeless person on a train about “he’s so cute, what’s the deal, man I’d like to hit that”. I look over and of course he’s watching me, he gets out of his car and approaches mine. He asks me what I said so I tell him after a bit of cat and mouse of course. He seems slightly surprised again by the “hit that” comment but not displeased.

So he decides the conversation isn’t over so he comes around to my passenger side. I kill the engine and we talk for a couple hours about sex, my attraction for him, tumblr and sex. There are other subjects sprinkled in somewhere but I can’t quite recall them…

The talking seemed like it was coming to a close so he goes to hug me, let me preface the next bit of action with this: this was no ordinary hug. If a girl could get pregnant from a hug this one was it. He had his hands on my back and his face on my neck breathing me in like some kind of drug. I too was smelling his neck and running my hands down his back, I was trying to make a memory. We parted from each other huffing a little, the hug was intense so we hugged again. This time it felt closer each second dropped more inhibition. We parted again this time he removed my zip up hoodie, he wanted to feel my skin and believe me I wanted to feel his. He silently extracted my hoodie and asked “is that okay?” And of course I nodded.

This last hug was what did it, I could feel him squirming under me. I was secretly planting light kisses on his neck smelling his toxin. We parted again this time he had a raging hard on. I had to touch it, it was begging me to touch it. So I said “if I don’t do this I’ll be mad at myself later” and planted my hand on his cock. He was rock hard, I ran my hand up and down his crouch. I needed him inside me but I knew it wasn’t going to happen.

Did I mention at some point my bra came off? Well it did.

So he says to me “if I don’t do this I’ll be mad at myself later” he takes his hand and puts it up my shirt. I was right about him, he knew what he was doing. It felt so good and he just watched my face, it was so erotic having someone just touch you and wait for a facial response. Very Eyes Wide Shut: Car Edition.

His boner could be housed in his jeans no more so he unzipped. The kid has a good looking dick. I glided my hand up and down his shaft, his eyes rolled back in his head a little and this moan rolled from his lips. I was staring his cock down like dinner so he moved my head toward it and of course blow job unused. I was attempting to give world class head but he was one of those that needs more but my car is not that big. He was enjoying himself though, he kept saying “you’re going to make me cum” as if it were a bad thing. I kept sucking and he fucked my mouth a little which was also nice. Then he asked very tentatively “where can I cum?” I of course keep suck his dick that silent answer is clearly: my mouth, but he had to be sure. “Your mouth?” I nod and he seems to get more excited and asks again if its okay. Of course it is your whole cock is in my mouth at that point please blow your load inside of it. After a little hand action from him he was about to cum so I placed my lips around his cock and he proceeded to shoot a Gotta Have It sized load down my throat. It was epically awesome. He had the orgasm after shocks, I love those.

Then it was my turn, he was very polite and asked what he could do and I pointed his mouth in the direction of my tits. While he went to town my boobs I put my hand down my pants and went to town on my clit. I was already really wet from the mass amount of foreplay so I was ready to go. It all felt so good I had to concentrate then I could feel it coming. It felt so good, I yelled so loud I’m glad no one was around. Coming down after my orgasm was so blissful. To be honest that’s the best part of cumming the coming down part.

He asked me whether or not I would blog about it and I told him I respect his privacy, but he threw me for a loop and said “well everyone is anonymous”. Green light.

It was a good night all and all. I just hope I get a chance before this window closes to have another go at it. What I mean is I want to fuck his brains out until he doesn’t know his own name. I want to fuck him so hard the only memories he has are of my tits and my o face and nothing else. I know you’re reading this.

Bishop to pawn one.

Your move.

- amazon

For reasons unknown to me people in relationships seek me out. Now I don’t condone what they do, I’m just saying it happens quite frequently.

For example the last 3 people who have propositioned me for sex have either been straight up married or in some kind of committed relationship. If you’re reading this I bet it’s you.

I just wonder what they see in me that makes them think its okay to ask for sex from me. It’s not like I don’t know and in two of the cases i know their spouses.

I’m sure the sex would be raw and passionate and filled with moaning and fire. But afterward I would have to look at myself in reflective objects and I just don’t see that being easy. (No pun intended) It’s easy to fuck someone it’s hard to live with it.

In other news I haven’t been blogging much lately due mostly to the lack of sex. I could blog about every time I masturbate but I’m sure that could get old fast.

I did have sex last month but it was nothing to write home about. Literally it would be a paragraph long post about the five minute sex we had. Seriously.

Until next time.

-Amazon

You’re welcome.

I have zero shame.
Give zero fucks.

I’ve never really been a dress up for sex kind of gal.

The thought of putting on expensive clothing just to have someone attempt to rip it off of me, seems uneconomical. I mean think about it: picture yourself or your lady friend dressed in a black and red lacy bra with thigh highs, small lace panties and strappy high heels. That outfit probably cost somewhere in the 60-70 range especially if it looks good, that’s automatic dollar signs. So you’re dressed up standing in front of your lover and they are looking at you like they are starving and you’re a juicy steak. Game on. I’m sure there is a bit of hang time but as soon as they get to you it’s all hands. 

Step 1: Get the fucking bra off. 

If you’re a pro you can get that bitch off with one hand. If you are not a pro you will be wrestling with it for a good minute or two, offering you kisses as a way of payment for your time. If you are a bustier lady there are at least 4 snaps on it, trust me I know. That’s a two hand job. 

Step 2: Get to the panties off. 

Easy task. Right? Kind of. 
When there are extra things around the legs like snaps for garters or shoes with snaps, it makes the task more cumbersome.

I love dressing up, don’t get me wrong, it just takes more time. Unwrapping the gift is is nice, you just need someone who knows what the fuck they’re doing.

What’s your favorite thing to wear when you’re intimate? What do you like to see? Is naked enough?