Or, Hysterical-ish Lit: a test of will and bonus ramblefap!
I've always been godawful at edging, but I was willing to put myself through torture in the name of… Art? Science? I really just wanted to see if I'd be able to survive the merging of two of my favorite pastimes: reading and getting off.
Welcome to Gory's book club, I guess!
Here's a free masterclass on how I make myself come. JK, there are no trade secrets and I'm no master. I just really enjoy getting myself off.
The rain also decided to make a rather enthusiastic appearance while I was in the middle of recording, but I was past noticing at that point (A little fall of rain / Can hardly hurt me now HAH).
Here's a free masterclass on how I make myself come. JK, there are no trade secrets and I'm no master. I just really enjoy getting myself off.
The rain also decided to make a rather enthusiastic appearance while I was in the middle of recording, but I was past noticing at that point (A little fall of rain / Can hardly hurt me now HAH).
Or, a chaotic, noisy ramblefap where I could barely flesh out the scenario I'd been fantasizing about all week because I was kicking around the mattress so much. Apologies—I was pent up, then worked up, then caught up in chasing my own fun. Orgasms (plural!) were had.
Kk, hope you can (man)handle this! (And the bonus track.)
Or, a chaotic, noisy ramblefap where I could barely flesh out the scenario I'd been fantasizing about all week because I was kicking around the mattress so much. Apologies—I was pent up, then worked up, then caught up in chasing my own fun. Orgasms (plural!) were had.
Kk, hope you can (man)handle this! (And the bonus track.)
I got myself a hybrid clit sucker last week and decided to wait for a recording day to try it out for the first time. (Look at me, passing the adult marshmallow test for once!)
Timestamps:
What wasn’t recorded: post-tryout, I was buzzing so hard and gave X such an enthusiastic recap of what went down, he had to give me an equally enthusiastic encore. With his dick.
I am maxed out on shenanigans. I need to rest.
This recording was me being less coherent, more cum drunk. Still managed to ramble for a while, though, so I make no apologies! I was a woman on a mission: to cum while thinking about cum. Very meta. Really gave my diaphragm a workout.
Anyway, per the folks I asked, the ranking is: back < stomach < tits < face < mouth < cunt. But you're welcome to disagree; I'm not your mom.
Warning: Gets loud past the 13-minute mark.
I'm running a low fever—nothing awful, just psychogenic shit from a week of overexertion and not-so-great sleep. My body had an agenda of its own, though, and wanted a meat injection. Something something Vitamin D and Paracetamod.
H E L T H
Tags: [fellatio] [cunnilingus] [mating press] [creampie]
Cuts were made to protect the innocent from excessive yapping. (We're chatty during sex.)
Timestamps:
Got the itch for something slow and meandering because the past few days have been frankly overwhelming. So I've been touching myself, daydreaming of your hands, and charting a course for them to take all over my body. Tara, road trip!
Our first [real sex] audio! Clawed at my phone several minutes into being eaten out so I could record. A little bummed that the thing only managed to pick up a little from X's end; in his defense, he had his hands (mouth, really) full.
Roles reversed (with interest!) from Thursday.
Tags: [cunnilingus] [overstimulation] [CNC]
Notes:
My oral fixation has gotten out of hand, to the point where I've adjusted my bedtime and morning alarm to up the odds of me rising before X does, thereby upping the odds of him waking up with his cock in my mouth. (Prior consent secured, of course!) Alas, it only works half the time. I sleep way too soundly next to him.
Today was my day, though.
I started the blowjob my usual way: lip balm on, hair up, me settled down between his legs. I meant for this to be slow and lazy, the way we both like it. And it was, up to a point—lots of wet licks and kisses and only the gentlest of suction to make him groan from deep in his belly. But then I made the mistake of taking him too deep.
You know what they say about delving too greedily and too deep. (You…? Awaken shadow and flame in the darkness of Khazad-dûm, that's right! Everyone knows this.)
JK, nothing quite as Balrog-y transpired, but apparently my throat is where my brain’s off button is located. (One of its off buttons, at least.) And I did end up rousing another species of hot beast in due course.
Right. I rarely deepthroat in this position because there are more comfortable ways to do it. But I started going deep in earnest, cramming as much of him in my mouth as I could take, and gagging a bit. The blowjob started getting progressively sloppier—drool all over his shaft, obscene noises. I was having a great time!
It was around this point that I noticed he was shaking a little. Headiest^(haha, head) feeling in the world; I always love getting that response! Then, shock of shocks, glory of glories, he grabbed my hair and started furiously thrusting into my mouth. (See: hot beast.) I've been throatfucked and facefucked before, but never, to my recollection, during morning head! It was beautiful to see him so unguarded and lost to his pleasure.
Another treat! All this time, he was cursing under his breath and muttering all sorts of shit at me—"Take it," "Gutom ka, no?" "You like how I taste?" "Such a slut," "Tangina mo, ang sarap." EXCUSE ME? X has never been the most vocal guy during sex, apart from curses and groans and grunts, and I've been actively asking him to try verbally degrading me for a while now. Told him it wasn't a need, just a bonus I'd enjoy. X has always been a respectful partner, loves to bombard me with words of affirmation—dirty talk isn't in his wheelhouse. So hearing him say all that in the throes of pleasure was a huge coup for me.
(I asked him to repeat the things he said afterwards, because some of it did get drowned out in all the slurping and slobbering. He was shy all of a sudden. GWORL where was this shyness when his dick was in my mouth?)
Anyway.
When he was close to climax, he let go of my head. I already knew he wanted me to watch his face while he was coming, which wouldn't have been easy in the position I was in. So I rose up on my knees, gave his tip one last wet kiss, took his cock in both hands, and finished him off. He blew his load all over his stomach. I cleaned him up with my tongue.
Much better than the breakfast in bed I'd planned.
P.S. I got mine, too, don't worry!
Tonight, I am a small woman with a midsize goal: to play with the biggest toy I’ve purchased to date. (My standards are humble.) You know how our brains default to one of four automatic survival responses (fight, flight, freeze, fawn) when we’re faced with something we’re scared of? Turns out there’s a secret fifth option: fuck.
Daming hanash! TL;DR I did it scared.
I don’t know half the things I was saying in this blursed recording. Your Honor, I plead guilty of DUI (dickmatized unto infinity). Lock me up; I am unwell, undignified, and unfit for society.
P.S. If this sounds like it was recorded from the bottom of an oubliette, that’s, um, immersion. I am a professional.
"The world is changed. I see it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost…"
Translation: You left me in bed to run errands all day, and my cunt and I have decided to be dramatic about it.
(Someone remind me to record a post-errands sequel so I can use another silly Tolkien x fuckass pheromones joke.)
Husband and I have been at it all week, but tonight we're set to continue our quest for waterworks (account of our failed-ish experiment here, if you're curious).
So! I finished my work deliverables early and am about to go extra hard on my workout so I can be freshly showered and jelly-legged by the time he's done being a wage slave. Will use his weed pen again so I can be good and giggly when we get going. The name of the game is baked and boneless.
If there's no punani tsunami down there by midnight, papasundo na lang ako sa karwahe ni Cinderella. JK, it'll be a good time either way!
Open to well wishes, sexytime squirting suggestions, maybe you could turn on a faucet or two as you lift up my name in prayer. Pwede rin kayong mang-inggit about your Friday night plans—good sex dust to all and sundry! ✨
TO GLORY! TO GUSHING!
I mentioned in a previous post that my husband is usually incredibly (frustratingly?) gentle with me when I offer up my mouth for fucking. That might've been my fault! I think I accidentally Pavloved him into thinking I preferred to keep things soft and slow when I'm down there, because one of my favorite ways to finish up a fuck session is to curl up between his legs, rest my head on his hip or thigh, and lavish his dick with gentle licks, kisses, and a bit of cockwarming until we doze off. This isn't sloppy-toppy time to get him going again, just something I enjoy doing that both turns us on and relaxes us. Mutual treat typa thing.
So! After the tea party that convinced me I wanted to get throat-fucked to oblivion, we started a side project that accidentally set me down the right path to throat goatery. See, in our 15+ years of fucking, I've never once squirted. (Condolences accepted. Send horny thoughts and well wishes my way in lieu of flowers. Abuloy optional HAHA.) Mostly because I had a hyperreligious background that for some years made it next to impossible to shut my brain off and just disappear into my body. He's always been able to get me off easily, but my orgasms, even the protracted ones, have always been explosive and tense. Ditto for the ones I give myself during solo play. My muscles just don't loosen up completely until the comedown—which, as far as I've heard, is the opposite of what you want if your goal is to squirt. (Tips and corrections welcome! I'll be taking notes.)
Anyway. Last Friday night, we thought cannabis might help me make some headway into squirting. So I took some hits off his dispo (I have no tolerance to speak of) and settled down. He spent about half an hour working on me with his tongue, fingers, and a clit sucker. Absolute fucking bliss, I nearly lost my mind. I came a lot, I screamed a lot, I creamed a lot, but alas! No gushing. Still an experiment worth repeating, though. I WILL GET THERE; I AM NOTHING IF NOT DETERMINED.
Anyway, all his hard work down there naturally gave him the angriest of boners. Poor guy needed relief, and he had more than earned it. He handed me the toy and told me to keep going on myself, on the off chance I could still manage some waterworks. (There were waterworks later, just not the type we expected.) He then knelt next to my head and told me to open up. I was only too happy to oblige.
I had my head angled to the side and a little upward, which was new to me and shockingly comfortable. Or maybe my muscles were just more relaxed than usual from the weed and Os. Either way, we started off easy, per usual, until he saw how frantic I was getting. I was still using my toy (I follow orders!), but I was also digging my nails into his ass cheeks and doing my level best to gag on it. Multitasking!! I think seeing me like that broke his brain a little, because that's when he started fucking my throat in earnest.
I knew this was exactly what I wanted, but JFC, I wasn't expecting it to turn me on so much. It was sloppy and slobbery and noisy and glorious. Tears were streaming out of my eyes _(See: waterworks)_. I could tell he was still holding back a little, still worried about hurting me, but I did what I could to communicate that I was into it without resurfacing.
One complaint, if you could even call it that: he didn't end up spilling down my throat. He wanted to finish in me the old-fashioned way, and at this point I was too blissed out (and wrung out) to be picky. He cleaned me up shortly after, and I was out like a light. Woke up a couple of hours late for our weekend trip the morning after! WORTH.
I'm still fuzzy on some of the details because I was mildly zooted throughout the whole thing. He says I was laughing more than my usual (we laugh a lot in bed as it is) and threatening him with bodily harm every time I came close to climax. So sweet! Once my head was on straight, though, I made it crystal clear to him that I genuinely enjoyed being throat-fucked and would appreciate many, many repeats. Walang [gentle gentle](https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTEQ7gkiSQ8wchi17TlFcpJ8wq\\\_1l7rk2CobGUMxt3pWeU-ojdLdQepFyBA), only isandaang porsyentong lakas, please and thank you xx
He said yes! 💖
Monogamous slutmaxxer, reporting for duty. 🫡
Last night, a kind soul on Reddit suggested I drink some hot tea before blowing my husband. His sage advice: "nothing like a warm mouth around a hard dick." I'm a devout dick-worshiper; of course I was going to try it.
I had about an hour's wait before my husband logged off work, so I had ample time to plot and stew. (And, fine, to get off on my own. Even had a toy die on me mid-session. A disaster, but I rallied. (Jokes. I had backup.))
The minute his shift ended, I asked him to hop in the shower while I made tea. Parallel hot-water play, yay! I chucked a bag of chamomile tea and some dried goji berries into my mug. Pinch of stevia. Easy.
Husband got out of the bathroom. I got on my knees. I had a job to do. (A blowjob, LMAO.) He knew I'd already gotten busy without him and was more than happy to just use my mouth and switch off for the night.
Feedback? Wonderful! I got hisses, I got grunts, I got hair grabs, I got talking. (This freak doesn't usually talk when I give him head, but there he was, checking on me, asking me repeatedly if I wanted him to come in my mouth. Absolute dingus. Of course I did.) I even got throat-fucked a little, and he's usually so gentle. Didn't lose as much air as I'd like, but we'll work on that!
Ate the rehydrated goji berries afterwards. Dessert, I guess.
No sex last night, though! Chamomile tea is sleepytime tea, and we're more the morning/midday sex sort.
So. I'm grateful for the suggestion; thank you, friend! A real bro to dick-havers and dick-worshipers everywhere.
Was half tempted to flair this Tips/Help so I can act like it's a problem and go back to pretending to be the smart, saintly prude I was raised to be, but fuck it. I'm too old for little-girl games, and I like dick. Specifically, my husband's dick.
Specifically, specifically: warming it on my tongue, licking it, sucking it, doing my damnedest to swallow it, slipping it into me, bouncing on it, grinding on it, having it ram into me, feeling it throb in me, having it spill into me. I like its shape, its smell, its taste, its texture. I like its teasing thrusts, its long strokes, its angry pounding, its panicked rhythmless rutting seconds before climax. I like settling down between my husband's legs when we're spent, resting my head on his thigh, and gently playing with it and its wrinkly cohorts while we chat about whatever's on our minds, until he passes out or is ready for another round. (I am always ready for another round.)
I like kneeling in front of it, having it at eye level, getting up close and personal with it. I can pick this dick out of a lineup, I know it so well. Not that I've ever been up close and personal with another.
His dick is the one thing that might make me believe in past lives, because I must've done something freakishly heroic in the last one, mustn't I, to land with this specific dick, in one go, in the great big dick roulette of life? I'm too dick-addled to do the math, but I know the odds are up there.
I wasn't always this hungry for dick. I was a swot in school, a singer in church, and a serious man-repeller everywhere. I was the Scheherazade of deflecting male interest, because I just wasn't interested. But look at me now.
I don't know if it's hormones or the heat or the horrific existential dread of living in this day and age, but I'm always, always horny. I've been in this state since last year, and I fear I've taken up permanent residence. I could be the governor of this state at this point. I joke about sex openly on my socials. I talk about sex with my husband (obviously, always) and trusted friends (less obviously, new to me). I read about sex on Reddit and elsewhere. I listen to people getting off, alone or with company, according to a script or off the cuff. I get off.
It's almost 2 p.m. on a Sunday, we just got out of bed, and all I can think about is dragging him back down so he can fold me like an envelope. For fuck's sake. (Literally and figuratively.)
TL;DR I like dick. That's it, that's the post.
