No other athletes turn me on as much as baseball players. Hockey players are a close second but baseball players will always come out on top.
I don’t know what it is about them. The tight pants certainly help. The broad shoulders are delicious. Clean, crisp uniforms progressively being covered in dirt. Big, strong arms. Hats. Tans. Wooden bats. Maybe it’s the loud, hard smack of a ball being caught in a glove. Or the manly, congratulatory ass taps. The throwing. The hitting. The running. The smell of the dirt, sweat, beer and leather.
*Swoon*
Take me to a baseball game and I’ll be your sexy little minx for the next 48 hours while I cool off. It’s basically porn to me now. Oh! that gives me an idea!
*Searches for baseball porn*
Never mind. That was a terrible idea. Upon a quick porn search with the word baseball I came up with: baseball bats in asses, a baseball in someone's ass, "duct tape anal cream pie", baseball lesbians (meh) and a baseball girl masturbating outside (cute girl but awkward). My favourtie of the bunch being a girl in a catcher's mask sucking dick. It's a rollercoaster of laughs and cringes of disgust. I really hope she got paid well for that. That video may have ruined baseball players for me. We'll have to see.
Friday, July 31
Wednesday, July 29
Quick Draw
I was working on an fun, detailed R2 post, I really was. It's not going to happen though. I'll sum it up for ya... he was in town. I picked him up (he was late as usual). We drove to the usual wooded driveway (it was oddly chained off but we parked anyway). He was super aggressive (loved it!). He ripped my shirt in the heat of the moment (I fixed it, don't worry). Bruises were formed on my tits. I sucked. We fucked (albeit quickly). We then chatted in the forest waiting for round two. There was more waiting for round two. It was late and dark so we decided it wasn't happening. I dropped R2 off at his car and waved bye.
R2 is way too much of a quick draw. I feel bad for him! This is a big negative in the realm of casual hookup characteristics. His aggression makes it up for it a bit, so he's lucky. He literally ripped my shirt trying to get at my tits which he subsequently left a handful of fingerprint sized bruises on. It's kind of weird I suppose but I always smile when I find bruises after a tryst. I really don't think R2 knows he's being that forceful which is good because maybe I can get him to amp it up a notch or two.
I probably won't see him until September when school is back in motion. And since Doc is out of the picture (he's giving me the silent treatment! Fucking ridiculous, eh!) my cock-to-Kiera time is at an all time low. I can almost hear my pussy calling out, "New cock! New cock!" I'm celebrating my birthday this weekend and then I'm off to NYC for a few days. This should be prime time to meet a dashing young gentleman who can spank me like he means it.
PS. Any must see things in NYC besides the obvious? Or some insider tips?
PPS. There's another post this week. :O I promise! So come back.
R2 is way too much of a quick draw. I feel bad for him! This is a big negative in the realm of casual hookup characteristics. His aggression makes it up for it a bit, so he's lucky. He literally ripped my shirt trying to get at my tits which he subsequently left a handful of fingerprint sized bruises on. It's kind of weird I suppose but I always smile when I find bruises after a tryst. I really don't think R2 knows he's being that forceful which is good because maybe I can get him to amp it up a notch or two.
I probably won't see him until September when school is back in motion. And since Doc is out of the picture (he's giving me the silent treatment! Fucking ridiculous, eh!) my cock-to-Kiera time is at an all time low. I can almost hear my pussy calling out, "New cock! New cock!" I'm celebrating my birthday this weekend and then I'm off to NYC for a few days. This should be prime time to meet a dashing young gentleman who can spank me like he means it.
PS. Any must see things in NYC besides the obvious? Or some insider tips?
PPS. There's another post this week. :O I promise! So come back.
Thursday, July 23
Elbow & Actual Grease
I was going to write you a real post tonight but there was a minor snafu. See, I work with children in the summer and random things accumulate in my pockets throughout the day. Things like yarn, gimp, coins, paper, coins, lego blocks and crayons. So, while crawling in bed, getting cozy with my laptop, I heard my mother shout about a "big problem". Oh, great.
She was in the laundry room holding the door to the dryer open. Three words... melted black crayon. Everywhere. I was more pissed about my clothes than the dryer drum and my mother was the opposite. I know it is my fault for not checking my pockets (i.e. two condoms went through a load last week... whoops!) however I want to blame the children (not for the condoms though! That was all my bad). If they weren't so whiny, litter-y and had big enough pockets for their own shit I wouldn't have this problem!
So I have been scrubbing the inside of the dryer with WD40 inhaling fumes of epic proportions because apparently that works (according to Crayola and other forums). I say turn it on max heat with some rags inside and let it all melt out but that just scares my mom. I wanted to be asleep by 10, so much for that. Back I go for round 2 because this situation "just cannot wait til tomorrow."
She was in the laundry room holding the door to the dryer open. Three words... melted black crayon. Everywhere. I was more pissed about my clothes than the dryer drum and my mother was the opposite. I know it is my fault for not checking my pockets (i.e. two condoms went through a load last week... whoops!) however I want to blame the children (not for the condoms though! That was all my bad). If they weren't so whiny, litter-y and had big enough pockets for their own shit I wouldn't have this problem!
So I have been scrubbing the inside of the dryer with WD40 inhaling fumes of epic proportions because apparently that works (according to Crayola and other forums). I say turn it on max heat with some rags inside and let it all melt out but that just scares my mom. I wanted to be asleep by 10, so much for that. Back I go for round 2 because this situation "just cannot wait til tomorrow."
Wednesday, July 15
Sunday, July 12
End of the Plot
I don't feel like writing and that makes me feel bad. I have several posts that I started and couldn't finish. Work is kicking my ass and there was a lack of men and male drama until now.
I don't remember how much I've told you about my ploy to entrap Doc using my other AM profile. We've chatted a few times and he's repeatedly pressed me for a meet up. Tonight I spilled the beans. I was talking to him on both accounts at the same time and the alternate was getting more attention so I said (on my legit account) that he must be busy so I'd let him go. He didn't care and said he was paying bills and looking for houses. I innocently joked about chatting up AM girls in my goodbye and he countered with some bullshit about not logging in to AM in weeks, he's only talking to two people (HA!) and catching up on work email. I told him not to lie to me. He said he wasn't and I was being paranoid. So I simply told him I was "both people". He freaked out a bit with a weak excuse, excessive laughter and emoticons then double blocked me.
Overall it wasn't as dramatic as I hoped but still very satisfying. I came across as a bit sketchier than ideal. Whatever, fuck him. I really don't care what happens. If this makes him cease all contact, awesome!
I should have been in bed hours ago. Good Night!
I don't remember how much I've told you about my ploy to entrap Doc using my other AM profile. We've chatted a few times and he's repeatedly pressed me for a meet up. Tonight I spilled the beans. I was talking to him on both accounts at the same time and the alternate was getting more attention so I said (on my legit account) that he must be busy so I'd let him go. He didn't care and said he was paying bills and looking for houses. I innocently joked about chatting up AM girls in my goodbye and he countered with some bullshit about not logging in to AM in weeks, he's only talking to two people (HA!) and catching up on work email. I told him not to lie to me. He said he wasn't and I was being paranoid. So I simply told him I was "both people". He freaked out a bit with a weak excuse, excessive laughter and emoticons then double blocked me.
Overall it wasn't as dramatic as I hoped but still very satisfying. I came across as a bit sketchier than ideal. Whatever, fuck him. I really don't care what happens. If this makes him cease all contact, awesome!
I should have been in bed hours ago. Good Night!
Friday, July 3
Ugly Porn
Why are there so many ugly people in porn? I'm not talking like average looking, I'm talking yikes!-looking. Beer belly, coke bottle glasses, quasi-mullets, snaggle teeth, unibrows, etc... Everyone is a sexual creature and has the right to make videos, have fun, and blah blah blah. But really! Just because you can doesn't mean you should.
I was actually mad at myself for orgasming to a video with not 1 but 3 unappealing men. I still don't understand how I managed. The girl was okay-looking and they cut most of the men's faces out... but the lingering bulky stomach overhang covered in grey hair, bouncing in and out of the shot. Ew! It was a miracle I came and thankfully it meant I could turn it off. And by turn it off, I mean find another delight to watch. I suppose the vid still did its job regardless of having attractive participants so I shouldn't complain. It'd just be nice if everyone was pretty or looked in the mirror from time to time.
I'm binge porning and it's getting out of hand. I'm pretty sure it's a sign you've seen too much when you start to recognize the same dilapidated couches and fake plants. It's perfect timing then that I'll be out in the wilderness and free from the internet for a few days. Just being one with nature, working on my tan and not thinking about men....
I was actually mad at myself for orgasming to a video with not 1 but 3 unappealing men. I still don't understand how I managed. The girl was okay-looking and they cut most of the men's faces out... but the lingering bulky stomach overhang covered in grey hair, bouncing in and out of the shot. Ew! It was a miracle I came and thankfully it meant I could turn it off. And by turn it off, I mean find another delight to watch. I suppose the vid still did its job regardless of having attractive participants so I shouldn't complain. It'd just be nice if everyone was pretty or looked in the mirror from time to time.
I'm binge porning and it's getting out of hand. I'm pretty sure it's a sign you've seen too much when you start to recognize the same dilapidated couches and fake plants. It's perfect timing then that I'll be out in the wilderness and free from the internet for a few days. Just being one with nature, working on my tan and not thinking about men....
Thursday, July 2
"What Are You Thinking About?"
On this night in question I knew disastrous things resulting from alcohol were going to take place. It was a virgin friend's birthday so things were guaranteed to get sloppy. I did not think it would involve the male species though. I was so certain that the closest I was going to get to a man was just some dirty dancing (okay, I admit, that's pretty close) so my lady bits were unkempt. To top it off, my impending period meant a pantyliner was necessary under my crisp white shorts. I like to live life on the edge, just not the edge of embarrassing stains. Okay, now that the details are out of the way, on with the fun.
I was on the club's dance floor the entire night. A girlfriend caught me dancing with someone not quite suitable and gave me the signal. All women have them and I'm sure men do too. The quick-get-away-now-he-is-not-as-attractive-as-you-thought signal. At the beginning of the night the signal might be an ear tug but when things get messy it turns to an obvious bug-eyed head shake or the hand-to-throat slice. This was the latter. I politely disengaged and swept myself away.
Later on in the night I saw the same guy eyeballing me. I was ready to avoid him but I noticed he was pointing me out to a friend of his. He was actually pointing with his entire arm dramatically right at me. Way to be subtle, Sparky. Lucky for me his friend was a looker... tall and sexy. Mmm... yes please. Other than his shirt being a little too far unbuttoned for my taste he was well dressed.
He approached, we danced, danced and danced. When I say danced we all know I mean I suggestively grinded against him rhythmically to a beat, right? Touching escalated along with his hard on. As if he couldn't tell, DancePartner asked me what I was thinking about. I grabbed a handful of his junk and whispered "this" in his ear, followed by a bite because I'm coy and sexy like that when drinking. He wanted to know what else I was thinking about. Sigh. He's one of those guys. That needs constant description and dialogue. "I'm thinking about fucking you until it hurts. Why? What are you thinking about?" He ignored the question and tried to change venues but there was some drama/blood going on with the rest of my party so I was pulled away.
It was getting pretty late by the time we re-grouped. Friends were leaving so I had to make the decision to stay or go. I was indifferent but it turned out the BirthdayGirl had a thing for DancePartner's friend, DPF, so I left it up to her. I knew I could entertain his friend while she got frisky if she wanted. I thought of it like a birthday present. Aren't I nice? :D So we stayed.
Once the bar kicked us all out we wandered around downtown "looking for food" until someone made a move. The guys had their huddle and decided who's place we were going to while BirthdayGirl and I had our huddle about whether we should go or not. It was totally up to her. If she wanted to get devirginized by a random on her birthday, that's all her. We set out on a "5 minute walk" to DPF's apartment. It took quite a bit longer not only because of the gross underestimation by DPF but the frequent stops.
This is one of the reasons I like the occasional bar hookup. I like it for the flirty touching in the street which leads to making out against store front windows which escalates to heavy groping and sometimes indecent exposure. Up against the glass of a bakery I was sucking on his fingers with a hand down his pants while he moaned and kissed my neck. "What are you thinking about?" "What are you thinking about?" He didn't answer so I stopped and we walked some more. He pulled me in to an alley and pressed me up against the wall and started to work his hands in to my shorts. Shit, I am not prepared for this. Abort! Abort! I told him it was a bad time of the month so he'd keep his fingers away and not feel the liner I was sporting. 'A' for effort, DancePartner. We walked some more. Next thing I know we're laughing behind a bush and his pants are coming off. "What are you thinking about?" "What are you thinking about?" He didn't answer again so I left and caught up with the others while he struggled to get his pants up and belted before the oncoming pedestrians saw him. They assumed he was taking a leak and heckled him for it.
We finally made it to the apartment and everyone settled down in the same bed to watch a movie. A movie? Yeaaah, that's why I came back here. DancePartner and I were fooling around under our blanket as I assume BirthdayGirl and DPF were. It would have been awkward if it wasn't for the alcohol, especially when DancePartner undid his obnoxiously jangly belt buckle. I also may have been the only one multitasking and still watching the movie because I laughed a couple times by myself... or maybe the movie just wasn't that funny.
BirthdayGirl eventually got up to hit the washroom and DPF split once we gave him the look. I finally got my chance and lifted up the blanket to look at the the cock I had been dying to get my mouth on all night. I told him that this was what I had been thinking about and dove in. I love hearing the first tongue to cock oooh. It's different from all the other sounds a man may make. I don't think it took that long for him to blow but it was delicious. The perfect sweetness and texture. Afterwards he pulled me up and in to a hug so tight that I momentarily questioned his sanity.
We got up to get another drink and the bedroom was stolen from us by BirthdayGirl and DPF so we settled in the living room. Lo and behold I was on my knees with his dick in my mouth again. Seriously, can I ever get enough? And fuck! Why did I not shave before I left the house. I wouldn't mind taking this cock for a ride. If only I didn't lie about being on my rag I could suck up my pride and prickly-fuck him anyway. It's not like there is going to be a repeat, this is a one night only show. Shit! While my inner dialogue was running I found a new spot to lick that drove him wild so it wasn't long before I got another mouthful that tired him out for good.
We left shortly after that and I discovered BirthdayGirl really did lose her V-card to DPF, the random man from the bar. That's not how I'd go about it but to each their own. No contact information was exchanged by any of us so that is the last you'll hear of them... unless someone gets their facebook-stalking-hat on.
I was on the club's dance floor the entire night. A girlfriend caught me dancing with someone not quite suitable and gave me the signal. All women have them and I'm sure men do too. The quick-get-away-now-he-is-not-as-attractive-as-you-thought signal. At the beginning of the night the signal might be an ear tug but when things get messy it turns to an obvious bug-eyed head shake or the hand-to-throat slice. This was the latter. I politely disengaged and swept myself away.
Later on in the night I saw the same guy eyeballing me. I was ready to avoid him but I noticed he was pointing me out to a friend of his. He was actually pointing with his entire arm dramatically right at me. Way to be subtle, Sparky. Lucky for me his friend was a looker... tall and sexy. Mmm... yes please. Other than his shirt being a little too far unbuttoned for my taste he was well dressed.
He approached, we danced, danced and danced. When I say danced we all know I mean I suggestively grinded against him rhythmically to a beat, right? Touching escalated along with his hard on. As if he couldn't tell, DancePartner asked me what I was thinking about. I grabbed a handful of his junk and whispered "this" in his ear, followed by a bite because I'm coy and sexy like that when drinking. He wanted to know what else I was thinking about. Sigh. He's one of those guys. That needs constant description and dialogue. "I'm thinking about fucking you until it hurts. Why? What are you thinking about?" He ignored the question and tried to change venues but there was some drama/blood going on with the rest of my party so I was pulled away.
It was getting pretty late by the time we re-grouped. Friends were leaving so I had to make the decision to stay or go. I was indifferent but it turned out the BirthdayGirl had a thing for DancePartner's friend, DPF, so I left it up to her. I knew I could entertain his friend while she got frisky if she wanted. I thought of it like a birthday present. Aren't I nice? :D So we stayed.
Once the bar kicked us all out we wandered around downtown "looking for food" until someone made a move. The guys had their huddle and decided who's place we were going to while BirthdayGirl and I had our huddle about whether we should go or not. It was totally up to her. If she wanted to get devirginized by a random on her birthday, that's all her. We set out on a "5 minute walk" to DPF's apartment. It took quite a bit longer not only because of the gross underestimation by DPF but the frequent stops.
This is one of the reasons I like the occasional bar hookup. I like it for the flirty touching in the street which leads to making out against store front windows which escalates to heavy groping and sometimes indecent exposure. Up against the glass of a bakery I was sucking on his fingers with a hand down his pants while he moaned and kissed my neck. "What are you thinking about?" "What are you thinking about?" He didn't answer so I stopped and we walked some more. He pulled me in to an alley and pressed me up against the wall and started to work his hands in to my shorts. Shit, I am not prepared for this. Abort! Abort! I told him it was a bad time of the month so he'd keep his fingers away and not feel the liner I was sporting. 'A' for effort, DancePartner. We walked some more. Next thing I know we're laughing behind a bush and his pants are coming off. "What are you thinking about?" "What are you thinking about?" He didn't answer again so I left and caught up with the others while he struggled to get his pants up and belted before the oncoming pedestrians saw him. They assumed he was taking a leak and heckled him for it.
We finally made it to the apartment and everyone settled down in the same bed to watch a movie. A movie? Yeaaah, that's why I came back here. DancePartner and I were fooling around under our blanket as I assume BirthdayGirl and DPF were. It would have been awkward if it wasn't for the alcohol, especially when DancePartner undid his obnoxiously jangly belt buckle. I also may have been the only one multitasking and still watching the movie because I laughed a couple times by myself... or maybe the movie just wasn't that funny.
BirthdayGirl eventually got up to hit the washroom and DPF split once we gave him the look. I finally got my chance and lifted up the blanket to look at the the cock I had been dying to get my mouth on all night. I told him that this was what I had been thinking about and dove in. I love hearing the first tongue to cock oooh. It's different from all the other sounds a man may make. I don't think it took that long for him to blow but it was delicious. The perfect sweetness and texture. Afterwards he pulled me up and in to a hug so tight that I momentarily questioned his sanity.
We got up to get another drink and the bedroom was stolen from us by BirthdayGirl and DPF so we settled in the living room. Lo and behold I was on my knees with his dick in my mouth again. Seriously, can I ever get enough? And fuck! Why did I not shave before I left the house. I wouldn't mind taking this cock for a ride. If only I didn't lie about being on my rag I could suck up my pride and prickly-fuck him anyway. It's not like there is going to be a repeat, this is a one night only show. Shit! While my inner dialogue was running I found a new spot to lick that drove him wild so it wasn't long before I got another mouthful that tired him out for good.
We left shortly after that and I discovered BirthdayGirl really did lose her V-card to DPF, the random man from the bar. That's not how I'd go about it but to each their own. No contact information was exchanged by any of us so that is the last you'll hear of them... unless someone gets their facebook-stalking-hat on.
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