Bites and Bruises

I had my teeth into her.

Into the muscle of her chest, right over her left breast, crushing down hard.

There were already a row of three clear bite circles over her right breast, and two over her left, and I was finishing the series.

One of my hands was twined in her hair, barely grown out long enough to hold, in a fiercely tight grip, and the other hand was holding her down.

She was twisting and gasping in pain, and giggling between gasps, taking pleasure from the sensation. With each giggle, i would chew harder, causing another wave of struggle.

Just a little bit harder, just a bit deeper, and my sharp canines were going to fill my mouth with her blood.

The next afternoon, she showed me. The indentation had already faded away, and the bruises were already healing.

Maybe next time, harder.

A Hot Shower

She is just barely on this side of half my age, but was blessed with the gleam of mischief in her eyes, and the satisfying savor of high intelligence in her words.

We had met twice before. The first time at Burning Man, where she served me (and hundreds of other people) a bowl of soup, just one of the many many tens of thousands of pretty and interesting looking people there. I met her the second time at a costume party, where she was dressed in a role that perfectly fit her build and affect.

From that encounter, we exchanged enough tokens to find each other online, and from there, chatting back and forth, and of course, flirting

So one of my weekends home, one cold rainy night, I invited her for a hot soak and a comfortable chat.

"And what are your intentions?" she asked me.

"To soak in the hot water, chat with you, and then return you safely home," was my answer.

And thus, an hour later, we were standing naked in the rain, lifting the lid on the hot tub. And discovered, to my horror, that it was *cold*! I had chem'ed it earlier, but hadn't put my hand in.

Shivering, we returned to the house, and to warm our cold feet and shivering bodies, shared a hot shower and scrubbed each other's backs.

Noticing the the flight attendant

This flight attendent is very cute. And well over 50. Still, very
cute.

And is wearing a sparkly obvious wedding ring.

That's probably why her spouse gave her just such a ring.

Chocolate Whore

It's a nickname she chose for herself.

She has very smooth pale white skin, very dark straight hair, and a ready smile, spiced with touches of acerbic wit.

I met her a a bowling alley, of all places.

Weekly, a bunch of weirdo hipsters gets together to go bowling. We aren't very serious, don't worry at all about team or league scores, and have a lot of silly fun.

A coworker of hers brought her, as part of a fumbling effort to get into her pants.

After a couple of weeks, I invited her to a games party at my house.

As the party wound down, the survivors ended up in the hot tub. And when that wound down, it was just her and me, gently teasing and flirting. I invited her to stay the night.

She thought for a moment, and then said yes.

Nude, body was made of the same firm gentle curves and pale flesh as her face. Our coupling was slow and powerful, her desire hungry and shameless.

Some time later, as we were resting, she was on top of me, our bodies still joined.

"How old do you think I am?" she askes, with a wicked smile.

"Um, 25?"

She laughs. "Twenty-two. Fuck me again!"

So I did.

A flogging, an odd reaction, and a date made.

I was at Burning Man this year.

Despite it's reputation for whirlwind relationships, easy and promiscuous ravers, and hot dirty Burner sex, I did not fuck anyone there.

I did do something outside my usual envelope: I got flogged by a pro-domme.

I hooked up with a cluster of my friends, at a wine bar on the Esplanade by the name of "Spikes". There I was subjected to what was, I am not making this up, the worst wine I have ever had in my entire life. It was all harsh bitter dry sourness. While swallowing this swill at my friends' urging, I joined them in flirting with a rather dirty and very sexy burner woman, chattering with many of the other burrners around, and watching the people taking turns
poledancing and flogging on the stage over the bar.

I eventually found myself on that stage, shirtless, head down and on my knees, while a very nice prodomme flogged my shoulders and back.

My internal reaction was somewhat idiosyncratic, in that the pain and mild humiliation did not make me hot. Instead I found myself getting enraged, wanting to seize the flogger from her, and start beating people with it. That made me hot.

I think I scared her a couple of times, because twice she cut it short, and asked me if I needed to stop. Most people taking a flogging like this either moan and wiggle, or go off in an trance.
Usually not growl through clenched teeth. Each time she stopped and checked in, I told her to keep going.

When it was over, my back was covered with nice hot welts, and I had learned something new about myself.

Later, when I told a friend about it, a wonderfully twisted and
perverse friend, her immediate reaction was an eager "When you come
visit, can I flog you?"

"You heard what I said? If you do that, I'll try to take it away from
you, and beat you to your knees with it?"

"I heard you. (giggle)"

Ok then. This will be fun...

The loss of a purity point

For a long time there has been a purity point I have wanted to lose.

I've just lost it.

I am at this very moment sitting in a wide-bodied jet, on a long flight, and there is this sexy young woman seated next to me.

It really started with the banana. Right after takeoff, I peeled it. But, of course, being the dirty-minded pervert that I am, I deep throated it before I bit off the end.

She smiled, and her eyes twinkled.

We talked about the books and magazines we were reading, then we had a conversation of grins and eyebrows.

By the time the meal service carts came by we had blankets over our laps, our hands at interesting and awkward angles.

"What are you thinking?" she asked.

"How long it will take for the meal cart to clear the aisle."

After the flight attendants cleaned up and cleared the way, I leaned over to her.

"Finish your tea, and then join me."

"Which one will you be in?"

"Left, facing the rear."

I unsnapped my seatbelt buckle, walked past rows of sleeping people, and let myself into the lav.

I waited for a couple of minutes and then unlocked the door. She was there, and some guy was waiting behind her. I let her in, smiled at him, and then closed the door.

A nearly silent mad scramble followed, as she knelt to unbuckle and lower my jeans, to expertly suck and lick my cock, which didn't need much encouragement. I pulled her hair and drove my cock into the back of her throat. She moaned softly, looking up at me with wide eyes.

We pulled down her own closely fitting pants to reveal a pair of very sexy striped thong panties. These also got pushed out of the way, exposing puffy pussy lips that had been kissed by a well applied razor.

We tried standing face to face, but the angle and friction were wrong. Turning around, she bent over to show me her ass. I leaned over her and slid in.

She was wet and hot. We coupled frantically, flesh sliding into slippery flesh, muscles tightening and cheeks flushing, while trying to not make any -- or at least not too much -- noise. Soft rasping gasps and the soft jingle of open belts beat the time to our humping.

When we were done, we pulled our pants back up and straightened our hair and clothes. She kissed me, washed her hands, and then opened the door.

The same guy was still there, waiting, He carefully avoided looking at us.

Grinning, we walked back to our seats.

A story

We met at a tech conference in my city. I had been living there for only a few months. She was a sale engineer for Quest.

We just kind of randomly hit it off, chatting with each other sitting next to each other at a panel, and the discovered we both planned on the same several panels the rest of the day. So we kept hanging out, and then went to dinner together, with a dozen other friends and
friends of friends.

After dinner, as the party dispursed, we walked out together. She on her way to her hotel room, me to find a cab to go home for the night. The tension rose, and there were a lot of awkward pauses. I wanted to, but did she want to...

As I was raising the courage, and putting together the words, she turned to me, and stammered out "Would you stay the night?"

The silence stretched, the noise of traffic and other people ignored.

"I'd love to."

We walked silently to her hotel, rode the elevator up. We would steal glances at each other.

At the door to her room, she said, "I've never done this before."

"I really havn't either." I replied

Past the door, we stood, awkwardly, and then she started pulling at my shirt. I let her pull it off me, and then started undressing her. Taking turns, tripping over socks, not smoothly, we undressed.

Naked, she was even leaner and lankyer and taller than the looked clothed. She was blushing, and the blush was down to her small narrow breasts.

I took her hand, and stepped close. Her eyes closed, opened, closed again, and I kissed her, and she kissed back.

Tumbling awkwardly into the bed, we kissed and tasted each other, spending time, until I worked down, and was licking out her vuvla, while she twisted around, pushing her hips up. I kept licking and sucking, until I felt her orgasm, and then crawled back up her body.

Rolling off, pawing thru my pants, I got out a condom, and put it on. I'm glad I carry them.

Back on the bed, over her, she was holding me, guiding me, and I found the right angle, and stroking in and out, sunk into her.

Her hips bucking again, we moved back and forth, horse breathing loudly in each other's ears, working up a sweat, bucking, looking at each other as we used each other, feeling her orgasm again, and again one more time.

Until I came, hard, gritting my teeth and my voice vibrating in my ears.

I relaxed, falling down next to her, and she grabbed the base of the condom, and we eased apart, on our backs, side to side, panting.

"I'm glad I asked you."

"I'm glad you asked me."

We crawled under the covers, and felt asleep, two strangers covered in each other's sweat.

Let me tell you about Vicious Switch

I love her, deeply and fiercely.

Plus, she is darkly twisted pervert, and when we share stories and fantasies, and when we play hard, it uncoils something deliciously dark and violent inside me.

Physically, she is both curvy and solid, with wide shoulders and a powerful back, and a delicious flair to her hips and ass. She's started wearing her hair shorter a lot shorter, but still long enough to get a good grip.

We've never yet managed to go out on our second date, I had invited her out to coffee. Instead we did our first date twice, with a year gap between. And the second time, that evening, she ended up in my bed.

The look on her face, when she mounted me, was something beautiful.

And some time later, when she started to purr in post-orgasmic bliss, was something special.

Let me tell you about WriterGrrrl

Lovely and petite. Dark wavy hair, falling to her shoulders and down to the pale skin of her breasts. Just a dusting of shoulder freckles. Deep deep dark dark liquid eyes, that open so wide in orgasm.

Her sexuality came upon her rather late. When she was younger, she had a lot of interest, but a low drive, and trouble allowing a lover inside her. But it is claimed that some women tend to peak later, and she did. She has bloomed sexually, and now is all but insatiable in bed. Just touching her leg makes her sigh and quiver. One long weekend, a couple of years ago, we spent almost two days mostly in bed, and used over a dozen condoms. It was amazing.

And she writes. Compulsively. And well. Her characters have life, and personality, and authentic voices. At present, she publishes to enthusiastic fans in her writing blog, and on story sites. I read what she writes, the years I have known her, and see her skill and mastery increase. I'm quite certain that she's going to be a famous published author.

And she writes old skool, with pen and paper.

In the nude.

Farewell Threesome

My friend Chocolate Whore is moving away in a couple of days, to live in Europe for six months. So Ms Danger and I gave her a nice sendoff, an all-night threesome.

I arrived at MD's home just a few minutes after they got there, and walked in to find them necking in the entry. Several mutual yoga-istic gyrations later, the three of us were standing, intertwined, nude in the hallway, necking and stroking.

MD did pause for a moment, to stand before me, barefoot and topless, wearing only a pair of blue jeans. I don't know why that's a favorite image of mine, a pretty girl wearing just a pair of jeans and a smile, but it is.

Anyway, we retired to MD's bed, and thoroughly worked each other over. Kissing MD and tasting CW on her face... The two of them licking my cock together... Sliding into CW from behind while MD kissed her...

This lasted several hours, until we were all tired and getting chilled (MD's bedroom has big windows, which is a problem this cold winter), so we all snuggled up together under the covers and fell asleep, crowded and warm.

This morning, we slowly woke up together, waking each other, and worked CW over some more. Touching gentle and then more insistently. We ended with her sitting on top of me, bouncing, and quaking in orgasm, while her juices dripped out of her, down my balls, and down my ass.

After we rolled apart, CW had to run to the bathroom, and when she came back, she found MD and I in a side by side embrace, joined together. She settled down behind her, and while we were all humping, bite down hard on her shoulder. MD whimpered, and her cunt flooded wet around my cock, and we fucked harder while she came.

When MD's alarm finally went off at 8, we rolled apart, showered, and dressed, and hugged and kissed each other goodbye. I had to go to work, MD had to go to work, and CW had to go do more stuff for her leaving.

It was a gentle and bittersweet kiss.

I hope I see her again.

Returning home

I was out of town for a week, on a business trip.

Seven days without fucking someone. On the flight home, I could feel the ache inside; deep, low and forward.

Most people would not feel much sympathy for me, and I can understand that.

When I walked into my house, Ms Danger was there, a pleasant surprise, and she was wearing a cute slutty hippyish sundress. We necked in the entry, then necked in the kitchen. She went to her knees while opening my pants, and blew me there in the kitchen.

And then we went to the bathroom, and I mounted her while she crouched over the toilet. And I bit her, just enough to mark her for the evening, so everyone could see. And then mounted her again, by just bodily picking her up and bouncing her on my cock.

Later that evening, while other guests were arriving, we snuck up to my room, and we fucked again, cock dancing inside her while our tongues danced in each other's mouths.

Later that evening, as the party got going, Writer Grrrl showed up. I had scheduled the weekend to be with her, which I sadly had to abbreviate to do work stuff. (Which I'm doing right now, alternating with posting these entries).

I excused myself from my conversation, and greeted her properly, with a deep hug, a deeper kiss, and a caress from her shoulders to her ass, which caused her to shiver and wiggle deliciously.

She stayed overnight with me. Before falling asleep, I stroked and fingered her, finally caressing her g-spot with lubricated fingers while she thrashed in orgasm for a nice long while.

The next morning, we started the day as we ended the last, only it was my cock massaging her inside, instead of just my fingers. My hands were busy long stroking her body, gently stretching skin and flesh.

After she screamed into my shoulder for a while, her vagina pulsing around me, we rolled apart, relaxed a bit, and her fingers worked down to her wetness, and she masturbated for me, and I masturbated for her...

Let me talk to you about Ms Danger

She's this tiny little thing, comes up to my chest. Short messy brown hair, just long enough to get a good grip. And she's probably the most athletic lover I've ever had, and also probably the smartest.

Watching her do yoya is a thing of beauty. Nude, of course. Stretching, rippling muscles.

She's wonderfully sick and twisted, more on that in other posts.

And she's into high intensity sensation.

Such as needles.

She was sitting back and arching her back, I got out her needle kit, and carefully washed off her nipples with hydrogen peroxide, and opened up a pack of needles.

I took the first one, pulled off the cap, and showed her the brutally sharp point, holding it up close for her to see. Watching her pupils go wide, lust and fear on her face.

And then slowly pinched and pulled out her left nipple, and slowly pushed the point into it, sideways. Her soft smooth skin dimpled in for a moment, and then the point punched in, and the sharp edge was under her skin, scraping her nerves, and I pushed it again, pushing out against the skin on the other side, tenting out the skin, and then punched out, her skin snapping back.

I did that five more times, three needles in each nipple, giving her a good drink of terror, agony, and lust. Her face and chest were flushed, her breathing deep, her pussy wet, her eyes terrified.

The seventh needle went through one of her wet protruding labia.

Then things got even more fun, as each one came out. The skin and flesh had swollen, and the needle dragged and pulled and scraped, as it came out. And as each one emerged, it was followed by a big droplet of dark red blood.

By the time the last one came out, her tummy and flanks were covered with dark red stripes. And her cunt was engorged, and oozing wet.

And then, of course, I fucked her.

Welcome, and about the title

I had been thinking about starting a "sex blog" for a couple of years.

There are assorted reasons why I did not.

The most honest reason is that I feared I was probably too lazy, too disorganized, and too busy, to keep it going.

And also, it would feel like uncouth bragging, it would jinx what it's about, it could cause Drama, and I could "out" my lovers in ways that will cause problems in their life.

And finally, I could never think of what to call it.

I finally thought of something.

About that. "Significantly Endowed".

Yes, yes I am. Not freakishly so, but above average.

I don't think it's ever gotten me laid, at least in itself. And I don't want to have sex just because someone cares about the size of my cock. And I've been told 2nd hand that there are times it's got me not laid, because someone was a bit intimidated.

But this being a sex blog, the title is a double entendre, which was rather easy to do, given that it's already a euphemistic innuendo.

I'm also "significantly endowed" in other aspects of my life, especially about sex.

I'm in a subculture that is comfortable with sex, with kinky sex, with multiple relationships, and multiple partners, and assorted orientations, and that also values and celebrates having lots of smarts, and that is tolerant of geeky personalities.

I'm endowed and blessed with a number of lovers, friends, friends with benefits, fuckbuddies, and whatever.

I'm very grateful.