Sorry for the long delay in posting, but Blogger's migration to a new system screwed up my account for some time.
16 0ctober -- Dammit, I think I hurt my back masturbating. Or re-injured, since I seem to have pulled something twice in two weeks and it just seemed to be healing the second time before last night when I was reading various Xander-related fics and worked myself up to quite a prolonged stretch of dildo and vibrator use. I doubt the style of masturbation with one finger on the clit that I used back when sharing a dorm room would have caused such ache. It's not nearly as bad a pain as it was the first two days after I did whatever injured the back, but it's definitely worse than it was yesterday. And it's kind of annoying because part of the reason I was masturbating after Ed went to bed was the likelihood that sex with a partner would really mess up my back.
10 Dec -- Last night's fantasy was dominating Russ. It's always Simon who dominates me, and me who dominates Russ. He agreed to anything; I imagined leaning him over a padded table, feet on the ground, a little bit apart, arms out on the table, tied in place. Ass all revealed, balls where I could cup them, hard-on pressing against the table's padding. (Just being tied down and exposed like that was enough to get him hard.) I dribble lube down his ass-crack and he squirms from the chill. Covering a butt-plug with lube, I work it inside him. Then I take out the vibrator and rub it all over his buttocks, thighs, balls, the base of the butt-plug, teasing and playing wtih him until he is practically fucking the table. Finally, I reach under and press my still-slick hand against his balls and then down his cock from base to tip -- he is standing on his tiptoes to raise his hips and give me better access to his cock -- and it only takes a few strokes before he comes, convulsing against my hand.
(I love that the sheet underneath this paper on my clipboard is a letter to Russ and his wife to go in their Christmas card. It feels so deliciously evil.)
Gus would like that fantasy, too, but if it were him bent over the table, I know he would prefer something longer in his ass, pumping in and out, bumping his prostate. But with him, the story doesn't have the "things you've never done before" frisson it does with Russ.
But things we have done before could still be fun with Gus. He keeps asking me to drip more candle wax on him, and right now I'm in a mood that I would like to. Last time we did that was before he had any body piercings, though. I don't know now it would work to drip wax on a nipple ring and have the heat conducted
inside the nipple -- but he might like it.
2 Feb -- Interesting dream. Russ (who was generally addressed as "Senator" by others) was renting a hotel room under an assumed name (possibly Rogers according to a later remark). I was in the room with a male prostitute (who my brain oddly seemed to cast
Norm McDonald, who doesn't do a thing for me) and Russ was in the bathroom. He came out with a full face of quite well-applied female-style makeup and made some remark about "
Mrs. Rogers." I think Norm and I were already making out on the bed and Russ joined us. Once we were all naked, I got out lube and Norm lay on his back while I slicked up his cock and Russ's ass. Slowly, very slowly, Russ pushes down onto the cock below him -- I don't know how Norm can stay still. But then I straddle Norm's head, facing Russ, and Norm licks my cunt, very skillfully, adding a finger or two inside me after I am really worked up -- I sure can't tell how many; I'm just lost in the feelings of soft tongue brushing against my clit exactly right although it's not the same each time. I'm bucking and clenching and half falling forward into Russ, who I think it just gently rocking back and forth around the cock inside him. When I don't think I can take anymore and my clit is just
too sensitized, I lift up and off his face, but still straddle him as I scoot forward toward Russ. I run my hands down Norm's front and up Russ's and then, palms still a bit slick from earlier lube application, circle them around Russ's cock. He thrusts forward and then Norm's hands pull his hips back down. We keep up that rhythm, passing Russ back and forth between the hands on his cock and the ones on his hips, until he comes with drops all over me and Norm, and I think Russ's inside constrictions bring Norm to his own orgasm. I expect after that we would all collapse on the bed in an exhausted, slick-turning-to-sticky tangle.
17 Feb -- I dreamed last night that there was some sort of live
Kids in the Hall show on campus, and I was watching it sitting in the crotch of a small tree, and for some reason I was naked except for shoes, but not self-conscious, though my purse was sitting in my lap. And I heard Simon's voice; his girlfriend, whose face I could never see because it was hidden from me by the tree trunk, and Simon was behind her. They were both dressed but I suppose Simon undid his pants and lifted her skirt -- I couldn't see but I could hear him telling her softly how he was fucking her, talking dirty so I was squirming in my tree-seat and losing track of the show.
6 Mar -- The sex with Ed was Sunday night; the soreness in my inner thighs is still reminding me of it Tuesday afternoon. Just felt like something that intense needed to be memorialized somehow.