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Sex Report: Too Tired? Guess Again
July 24, 2008 – 1:38 pm
I know it’s been a slow week for sex reports. That’s the way it goes sometimes in marriage - you have times when you’re going at it like crazed bunnies, and others when you look at the calendar and realize it’s been awhile since you had any crazy rabbit action. This week’s been particularly bad because I’ve been out late every night, and when I get home I’m pretty wiped out. What wild and crazy activity is Rooster up to now? What sort of degenerate hootenannies is he participating in? I’ve been teaching a class in Vacation Bible School at our church. And believe you me, that’s exhausting. A hundred and fifty kids, 20 to 30 at a time, who you have to tell about Jesus while at the same time forcing some semblance of good behavior on them. Which in my case means lots of threats. “Sit down, Timmy, or you’ll be going to time out”. “Alice, don’t punch your sister in the arm or you won’t get any snack”. But it’s actually a lot of fun, although it is quite tiring.
Anyway, I got home late again last night, then chilled for awhile before heading off to bed with my wife. Once there I found that I did have enough reserve energy to do some exploratory work on her body. A kiss here, a caress there, a light stroke of my hand across her thigh as I pulled her hips back towards me. Trying to gauge her interest, see if maybe she’d be up for some one on one time with me.
“I figured you’d be too tired,” she said in response to me telling her I wanted her.
“Not me,” I said cheerfully, and continued on my quest. The more I kissed her shoulder and massaged her hip the more she was turning back towards me (she normally sleeps on her side, usually facing away from me), until I had her all the way over on her back. Legs slightly apart in the classic pose of a woman that’s ready and willing for you to penetrate her. As I moved to get on top of her, though, she suddenly objected.
“But you said you were too tired!” she teased.
“No I didn’t,” I said, momentarily confused.
“Yes you did,” she retorted. “I heard you. I said ‘Aren’t you too tired?’ and you said ‘Sorry, baby, I’m too tired for sex tonight, I just want to go to sleep’.”
So that was her game, a little tease before I got to take her. That’s fine, I can play that game.
“You must have misheard me,” I replied, working on getting myself into position, spreading her knees with my own. “Because right now I want to fuck you a whole lot more than I want sleep.”
“I don’t know,” she said, trying to sound doubtful. “You seem pretty tired. I wouldn’t want you to be a zombie tomorrow. We should probably sleep.” While she was saying this she was fighting back with her knees, pressing them back together and keeping me from being able to get between her legs. I wasn’t really trying hard to force her, we were still just playing. For now, anyway.
“Trust me, I’ll be fine,” I assured her. “A lot better than if I don’t get some pussy tonight.”
She kept up the charade for a little while longer, pretending I’d for some reason declared my need for sleep to be more pressing than my desire to fuck her, but in the end she quit resisting and spread her legs willingly, letting me push inside her with my cock. Oh, she felt so very good, as she always does. Wet and smooth as I plunged into her pussy, her hips bucking up into me as she worked to get me in as deep as possible.
The sex wasn’t especially noteworthy, although as usual it was fantastic. She held her pussy open with hands while we fucked, a technique she’s just fallen in love with for how well it exposes her clit to my thrusting. I love it too, because in addition to making her come more easily it feels so good to have her so open to me. When she came she made a lot of noise, moaning loudly as she grabbed my hips and pulled me into her.
“I love you Freya,” I said as she came, over and over and over again. I thought maybe hearing me say that, calling her by name as well, might be a tender way to make the pleasure even better. I read somewhere recently that a woman hearing her name during sex is a big thrill. I figured it might be a nice change from me saying “Come for me, slut” or something equally romantic. I’m not sure she hear me, though, she was pretty much out of her mind from the orgasm.
Of course once she was finished I got a little less romantic. I told her to get on her belly, scolding her for asking why.
“Just get on your belly for me, slut,” I said, smacking her hip lightly. Yeah, I was back to my usual sexually aggressive self.
“Now get your ass in the air,” I said once she had turned over. She obeyed my instruction, raising her hips and getting her knees under herself. She was positioned absolutely perfectly for me to take from behind, and I wasted no time in doing so. I had my cock in her, pushing in deep as I grabbed her hips and jerked her back towards me. She was moaning as I did, letting out little cries with every thrust. I knew it wasn’t because she was feeling all turned on or anything. It was for my benefit - she knows what I like to hear when I’m taking her roughly.
“Does that hurt?” I asked as I plunged my cock into her as deep as I could, trying to hit her cervix. Angles got to be just right to do that, but every now and then…
“A little bit,” she gasped, and I could tell by her tone she wasn’t just saying that.
“Good,” I snarled. “Now let’s fuck you hard, bitch!” And I really hammered into her, thrusting in savagely while I grabbed her hips tightly and jerked her around. She was yelping with every thrust, and within moments I was coming in a blaze of animalistic pleasure. I was a lot louder than usual, crying out as I spurted inside her. Not on purpose, it was just a sudden and very welcome relief.
“You okay?” I asked her afterwards.
“I don’t really want to hurt you,” I said after she assured me she was.
“That’s not what it sounded like you said,” she said, laughing.
“Well, my bark is worse than my bite,” I answered. “And it’s one thing to say it in the moment, but afterwards I always feel a little guilty.”
She was fine, though, as she always is. I think maybe she gets off a little bit on the way she drives me so completely crazy with lust, when the beast inside me gets off the leash a bit and I treat her like a nameless whore rather than the woman I love and adore. Maybe she enjoys playing the part of the helpless, violated woman, because she certainly is enthusiastic with her cries of pain and begging for me to take it easy on her. Sometimes the line between acting for my benefit and playing out her own fantasies gets a little blurred.
I fell asleep pretty quickly after we finished. I guess maybe I was tired after all.
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Weak in the Knees
July 23, 2008 – 12:47 pmI was standing up, but barely. My arms were around Freya’s shoulders, and without her support I’d have collapsed to the (webcam sex) ground. The reason for my weakness was simple: she was facing me, and her hand was wrapped around my cock as she jacked me off. We were standing in a huge enclosed shower, easily big enough for four or five people. The water from the shower nozzle was spraying down on my back, but I was completely ignoring it. Easy to do when you’re in the middle of the first hand job you’ve ever gotten.
At the time Freya was only 19, relatively inexperienced sexually (as was I). We’d come to this place, a hot tub rental in her home town, largely to give us a place where we could get naked and fool around without worrying about her parents catching us. We’d learned one valuable lesson on this trip: fucking in a hot tub is completely exhausting. So we’d moved to the (webcam sex) shower, where after we recovered a bit she began to give me the hand job I was enjoying. We hadn’t talked about it, she just soaped up her hand and started jacking me off.
Now I’ve claimed many times that Freya is the Empress of Hand Jobs, and I stand by that. I’m not kidding when I say that most guys would pay good money for a woman to jack them off that well. Heck, from what I know about massage parlors lots of guys pay for hand jobs that are nowhere near as good as Freya’s. She’s got magic hands when it comes to that, and she knows all kinds of wicked tricks to make your toes curl while she strokes you. She can jack you off slowly and luxuriously, getting you to orgasm an inch at a time until you explode. Or she can do it fast and furious, bringing you to the (webcam sex) edge quickly and giving you the relief you want so much. And if you’re into kinky she’s positively a goddess at brutal, ball busting hand jobs. On those occasions when she offers me a hand job instead of sex I find it hard to be disappointed, even as much as I love her pussy. It’s like the waiter telling you they’re out of lobster so you’ll have to have steak instead. Either way you’re going to be happy.
All that being said it wouldn’t be fair to say that Freya was the Empress of Hand Jobs from the moment she first wrapped her delicate fingers around my hard cock. She was more like the Countess of Hand Jobs at first, as she still had a lot to learn about what feels best when you’re jacking a guy off. I don’t mean that as an insult to her, obviously. Hey, she doesn’t have one, how’s she supposed to know how to work them over? And that first we didn’t do her any favors with the angle and position. We were both standing up, which increases the difficulty. And her facing me, rather than being beside or behind, meant she had to have her hand turned around backwards. Very awkward, even more so for the first time.
Of course since I was in no position to really notice if it wasn’t the best hand job ever. Here I was, standing in the shower while a naked, gorgeous 19-year-old girl with huge boobs slid her smooth hand back and forth on my shaft while looking at me with those sparkling blue eyes of hers. I wasn’t thinking about the sub-optimal quality of the hand job, I was rather thanking my lucky stars that I was even in this position.
When I finally came I let out a groan and leaned even more heavily on her. The come splattered onto her belly, as we were pretty close together at this point. She kept stroking my shaft until I was completely finished, smiling triumphantly at having done such a great job pleasing me. I kissed her hard and deep after that, the water now spraying over our heads as we’d backed up under the nozzle in order to clean off. If the 21-year-old version of me had known just how good she’d eventually get at that particular act he’d have been positively giddy with the prospect of so many years with her.
Come to think of it, I’m pretty giddy now when I think about how I’ve got her and all her tremendous sexual talents at my disposal for (hopefully) many decades to come.
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Pick Your Poison
July 22, 2008 – 12:58 pmIn an effort to both let the reader get to know Rooster Crowe a little better and provide some interactivity, I’ve gathered some pictures of famous people and paired them up so we can do a little “Who would you rather sleep with?” Hey, it’s the sex blog that reads like a teenage girl’s slumber party!
Anyway, I’ll present you with a couple of women (and in one case a couple of men, because there’s a fair amount of female readership for this blog and I have to throw them a bone every now and then). The pairs all have some kind of relationship to one another, or are at least in the similar categories, so we’re not just comparing random hot chicks or something. You can decide for yourself which you’d rather have sex with, then read my thoughts on it. Or you could just skip this whole post and come back tomorrow when I’ll hopefully have some hot sex to write about. Your call. Anyway, feel free to weigh in with your comments about which you’d rather have sex with. And ladies, if you want to write long, detailed fantasies about how you’d be willing to engage in some girl on girl action with one or another of the women here feel free to do so.
First up we have:
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That’s Angelina Jolie first, Jennifer Aniston next. The idea is this pits “Bad girl” vs. “Good girl”, in that Jolie stole Aniston’s boyfriend Brad Pitt a couple years back. Of course since then she’s adopted several orphans from third world countries, which kind of goes against the whole “bad girl” theme. On the basis of looks I lean towards Jolie, who seems a bit curvier. And when it comes to kink factor Jolie wins huge. Back when she was married to Billy Bob Thornton they told some tales of their sex life that involved costumes and a special room they had in their house just for kinky games. Rooster’s Pick: Angelina
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For non-sports fans the first woman on is Danica Patrick, Indy car driver. The other is Maria Sharapova, a tennis player. This is really trick. I have a slight preference for blonds, but not enough to really make much difference. Sharapova’s probably the better athlete and thus might be more interesting from a physical standpoint, but Danica is very practiced in handling a stick shift (wink wink). This one’s a toss up, and my coin says: Rooster’s Pick: Danica.
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It’s election season here in the USA, so I thought I’d do something with that. The first woman is Michelle Obama, wife of Democratic soon-to-be-nominee Barack. The other is Cindy McCain, wife of Republican John. Let’s just stipulate that we’ll throw politics out of this equation, so whether you’re a hard core Democrat or a true blue Republican don’t let that affect your decision. This is not an entirely fair playing field for me, as I tend not to be attracted to black women. So despite Michelle being the younger of the two my natural inclination is to go for Cindy. Plus she’s got that mature, well-to-do thing going for her where she seems so straight laced in public you can’t help but wonder if in the bedroom she gets pretty freaky. Or maybe that’s just me. Rooster’s Pick: Cindy.
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First, Leela from Futurama. Next, Lois from Family Guy. What do you mean I can’t have sex with cartoon characters? Like I have a more realistic chance to nail Angelina Jolie? Please. And don’t pretend you haven’t at least thought about it getting it on with an imaginary character. That was the whole point behind Who Framed Roger Rabbit, wasn’t it? Anyway, Leela is pretty hot and fairly exotic what with the one eye. Lois is more of a MILF, with a somewhat less attractive nose but a pretty good rack. What seals the deal for me, though, is how kinky Lois is. In at least one episode she puts on leather dominatrix gear, and in another she has on a grimace costume for Fantasy Role Playing night. As a huge fan of sex games the choice is clear. Rooster’s Pick: Lois
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Okay, this one’s for the ladies. First Christian Bale, the current Batman. Next Jonathan Rhys Meyers, who portrays Henry VIII in ‘The Tudors”. I may not be attracted to men, but I’ve got eyes, and they’re both pretty good looking fellows. They’re both from the UK (Wales and Ireland respectively), so if you’re into British accents they’re both naturals. Meyers seems more fey to me, and by that I mean the shaved chest and more androgynous facial features. With the scruffy beard and a harder face Bale seems more masculine. Were I a woman I think I’d prefer the latter, but possibly the female readership will disagree. Rooster’s Pick: Christian.
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Who Doesn’t Love Threesomes?
July 21, 2008 – 4:42 pmAn anonymous commenter wrote:
reading ur threesome never fail to get me horny, hope to read more soon
Writing about them always brings a smile to my face, and has effects on other areas of my body as well. Unfortunately I’ve only got two more such posts to write, probably. My wife and I were only involved in threesomes for about a year, and I’ve written about all but the last time we were with Nick and Helen, respectively. The good news is that both of those times were hot, but the obvious bad news is that after that I’ll be out of those tales. You’ll have to be satisfied with stories about kinky sex between a monogamous couple.
I have thought about simulating a threesome via an inflatable sex doll (male or female), but when I approached Freya with that idea she couldn’t stop laughing. So until they start making much more realistic sex robots that idea is probably out.
Or maybe if I wore a blindfold Freya could do different voices to make it sound like I was being worked over by an entire harem. Have to think about that one…
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Sex Report: Flaunting It
July 21, 2008 – 12:43 pm
A man sits alone, miserable and worried. His wife was out there somewhere, and she was not alone. She was with another man, a man she had told him point blank she intended to screw. It was his own fault, she’d told him bitterly. He’d never been able to please her sexually, so now she was going to find a man that could. So he’d been ordered to clear out of his own house so that after their date his wife could bring her lover back and fuck him. In their own bed, no less. And that’s why he was at work after dark on a Friday night, alone in the building as he whiled away the evening until it was okay for him to return to his home.
She’d let him see what she looked like before she’d kicked him out, just to know what this other man would be looking at all evening. She was wearing a push up bra of that took her already large breasts and created an enormous amount of cleavage, combining it with a low-cut shirt that would display them very nicely. With every step she took her chest jiggled and shook in a way that made his mouth dry. No doubt her date would love it. She had on a lot more make up than usual, emphasizing her lips and those beautiful blue eyes. Everything about her appearance screamed “Fuck me!” There’d be no way her date could resist, the husband knew that when he saw her. Before he even had one last chance to beg her not to do this she practically shoved him out the door.
It was still pretty early in the evening when he got the first text message.
My date has just arrived. I’m so excited. I can already tell he’s more of a man than you are.
The knock on his manhood hurt, but it was hardly anything new. She’d been telling him for a couple of years now what a loser he was. Still, it stung to read it like that. Especially since now she was comparing him not to some generic ideal but to a real, live man.
Another message came in just a few minutes later.
Hello loser. We’re going 2 the movies. My date keeps staring at my boobs. Bet he can’t wait 2 get his hands on them.
After seeing the way her big tits had been on display he could believe the other man was staring at them.
The messages just kept coming in. Apparently it wasn’t enough that she fuck some other guy, she had to torment him as well.
Hey Mr. Pathetic. The movie’s over. We’re going back to the (webcam sex) house to fuck. I kept brushing my hand over his cock at the movies and I can already tell his cock is bigger than yours.
She never tired of telling him how small his dick was, and when she’d first informed him she was going to find another man to fuck her she’d said her #1 priority was that he have “a real cock”.
A short time later his miserable anticipation was only heightened.
We’re going upstairs. I can’t wait to have his mouth and hands all over me.
He’d hoped against hope that maybe it wouldn’t work out, that this guy would decide he didn’t want to screw her (fat chance with her looking like that) or that maybe she would decide she couldn’t go through with it. Now it seemed like her hopes were dashed.
Still taunting him ahead of time, she sent this message:
Hey small dick. Just got a look at his cock. I was right. It is so much bigger than yours. I’m gonna put it in my mouth and choke on it. I can’t wait to wrap my pussy around it.
As much as he was filled with despair he couldn’t help but be a little turned on by the pure sexuality of her messages. He imagined the two of them in the bedroom, both naked now. The other man’s apparently big cock hard and ready as she lowered her mouth on it, wrapping those lovely lips around the shaft so she could suck it. How long had it been since she’d give her own husband a blow job? Eight years? Ten? And here she was going to choke herself on the other man’s dick on the first date.
He dreaded the next text, but when his phone buzzed it turned out to be even worse than he’d imagined. Because it wasn’t a text, it was a voice message. She’d apparently recorded it then sent it to him. Or rather her lover had, since it was his voice.
“Your wife can’t come to the (webcam sex) phone right now, loser,” the man had said. His voice dripped with scorn, mocking him for being so pathetic. “Because she’s got my dick in her mouth. Just wanted to say thanks for loaning me this slut, little dick. She’s gorgeous, and I’m really going to enjoy fucking her. Here, let me let you talk to her.”
A pause, then he hurt the sounds of slurping. His wife’s voice, moaning in an exaggerated fashion as she sucked another man’s cock. The male voice told her to say hello, and she did, but apparently without taking her mouth off him as it came out muffled. Then more muffled words he couldn’t understand, before his rival’s voice came back.
“She said she loves you,” he reported. “Although that’s kind of hard to believe when she’s giving another guy a blow job. Anyway, I’m going to fuck her now, so talk to you later.”
That’s where the message ended. As humiliating as that had been his cock was hard and he was completely turned out. Maybe the humiliation was part of it, the pure submissiveness of just sitting there in the darkened office while across town his wife fucked some guy he’d never laid eyes on.
The next message was another voice attachment. He realized that by making these attachments rather than just calling him it meant he couldn’t talk back to the (webcam sex)m, couldn’t plead with her to stop or even defend himself from their insults. This time it was his wife again.
“Hey loser,” she said, her voice husky. “Well we’re about ready to fuck now. He’s got me doggy style, up on my hands and knees. Oh yeah, I can feel the head of his cock now. Mmmm, ah…” A long series of moans and gasps followed.
“Ah, he’s fucking me now,” she finally said.
“Are you my bitch now?” came the male voice faintly.
“Yes,” she answered right away. “I’m your bitch now.” Then a series of very loud, almost orgasmic-sounding moans, one after another. She couldn’t really be coming, not this fast, she must be doing this to torment him. Surely that was it. This guy couldn’t be that good.
“Feels so good to have a real man for a change,” she said, then began another series of sharply uttered moans. He could picture it, his beautiful wife on her hands and knees, big tits swaying beneath her as her lover rammed his big cock into her again and again, her face twisted in pleasure as she cried out on every deep thrust. That’s where the message ended. He played it back to himself several times, completely turned on by her moaning and groaning. She’d never sounded that way for him.
Another text came in a few minutes later. He dreaded to read it, but couldn’t even consider not doing so.
Aah yes! I just lowered myself onto his cock. He’s stretching me out so good. When I come I’ll make sure he calls you so you can hear how much I love it.
Just a few sentences, but they set his heart to pounding something fierce. Because he knew that this was it. Once she came on him, once she had the orgasm she’d been unable to find every time they’d made love, there would be no going back. He’d lose her forever, or at least lose his exclusive rights to her pussy. He’d be lucky if she would ever let him fuck her again, probably. She’d told him as much.
So when the phone buzzed minutes later he hesitated in picking it up for the first time that night. Would this be the evidence of his final humiliation? The proof that he was as pathetic as she claimed? He clicked the Open button on his cell phone to listen to the (webcam sex) attached message.
At first there was nothing but silence. Then his wife, crying out in a series of moans and gasps.
“Ohhhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh,” she repeated over and over. He knew what it was even if he couldn’t see her. She was coming, having a climax all over this other man’s big dick while she rode him. It was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard, her wordless cries pure bliss as she rode her way through the orgasm. The fact that she’d achieved it not with him, but with some other man, almost brought tears to his eyes.
There were no more messages that night. Apparently she’d proven her point. He knew without being told to stay in a hotel rather than risk going home and finding them still in bed going at it. After all with a man like that who knew how long, and how many times, he’d be fucking her? The only thing he knew for certain was that she was no longer his, not after this. From now on she’d be fucking other men whether he wanted her to or not.
Part of him despaired.
Part of him was turned on.
He’d have to wait and see which part was stronger.
The preceding was a bit of a fantastical rendition of the sex game we played over the weekend. All the texts and voicemails are verbatim, and the action between the two in bed happend just that way. I’ve taken a few liberties elsewhere, though, such as the inclusion of a third person - in fact there was only myself and Freya, we haven’t dipped back into the (webcam sex) waters of non-monogamy. I thought it would read sexier this way, though. 
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MissHelena
July 19, 2008 – 1:52 pm I am a shy person so please do not expect any nudity in my Private room |
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I’ve Got a Date
July 18, 2008 – 7:48 pmGot a hot date tonight. Taking the wife to the (webcam sex) movies. Or rather the sex game we’ll be playing involves a guy picking up a woman and them going on a date. And when they return? Well, let’s just say that things are scheduled to get kinky in a pretty big way. You’ll just have to wait until Monday to read the juice details, but I’ll say this: the game involves modern technology, an illicit affair, loud sex in multiple positions, and a whole lot of cleavage. Should be a lot of fun.
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COUPLEFIREX
July 18, 2008 – 7:29 pm A real couple looking for new means of sexual expression Help us exploring this new word |
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VirtualSex
July 18, 2008 – 2:40 pm Join us and come together as You never came before |
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