Diary of a Kinky Librarian

Sometimes it’s hard to sit down and blog about the sex I’ve had. How many ways can I say I had terrific orgasms? I also feel a little like a braggart, considering MasterDoc and I work so well in bed together. We had great sex again last night, it was composed of the usual parts - my enthusiastically giving him a blow job, him keeping me on the edge of orgasm for what seemed like forever. It’s at the point now where I get turned on just being pressed up against him. I stroked his body all over, and he complimented me on how good I can make him feel with my hands. I’ve learned his favorite spots and I pay attention to what my hands feel and where it feels right to linger. I’m sure my touching him, while pressing my breasts against his back, while I start to breathe heavy in his ear is a turn on.

While I was horny last night I was also feeling a bit lazy. But like a good little submissive I got up and sucked his cock when he told me to. I love making it hard with my mouth. I love those rare occasions where he gasps from my sucking as far as I can get it into my mouth. I do my best to get all slobbery and wet, licking and sucking, burying his cock in my mouth. He told me to get myself wet, and surprisingly while I was really turned on I wasn’t wet yet. I used a little lube and put a condom on his cock. He had me get on top.

I fucked him and I think the secret to a good fuck when you’re on top is just feeling how wonderful the cock feels inside of you, frantically rubbing your clit against his body, thrusting up and down on the hard cock. At times I felt a little physically tired, but my horniness and desire to please kept me going. When I felt tired I’d focus on approaching orgasm and soon I’d lose track of how tired my legs felt from rocking back and forth on top of him. I moaned and panted, so so close to orgasm. He told me to pace myself, that he didn’t want me to beg to come too soon. It was hard to pace myself when it felt so good. At one point I gasped out how good his cock felt inside of me. While I’m desperate to come it does feel absolutely amazing while he’s fucking me. He asked me if I’m his whore and I responded, “Yes, Sir, I’m your whore.” He continued with calling me a whore and god did it turn me on even more. I fucked him for what seemed like forever, but finally he let me come, with the warning that I was to make sure his cock doesn’t get pushed out. So I had to orgasm, while controlling my vaginal muscles. It was a challenge but I managed to come hard yet not push his cock out. Eventually it got pushed out, but I lasted a while.

It takes me a little while to calm down after an orgasm like that. I take deep breaths and I hold him close to me. The sex was so good last night I thought at times that possibly he would come from it. That is highly unusual. Unfortunately he didn’t come but feeling like he might was another incentive to keep on going past my physical limits.

We rested a bit, some bdsm porn played in the background on the laptop. I lovingly curled up against him, enjoying the sounds of a beating coming from the computer. I actually started stroking my wet pussy without being prompted. I was so horny that I hoped we could fuck some more. He noticed me playing with myself and asked if I wanted to fuck again. “Yes, Sir!” He had me get on hands and knees and he fucked me hard - he told me again to pace myself but then he’d fuck me hard and deep making it virtually impossible to keep myself from the edge of orgasm. It was deliciously cruel the way he’d tell me to calm down and then he’d fuck me hard. He makes me into such a horny, desperate mess. He’d grab my hips and touch me in places he knew would keep me revved up. Again, he let me come as long as I didn’t push his cock out. And he kept fucking me hard and deep while I came. It’s so wonderful when he keeps fucking me while I come - I often wish my vaginal muscles weren’t so strong and didn’t have that “auto-eject” feature. Eventually he was pushed out, and he pushed me forward so I was laying on my stomach. I kept coming and he kept telling me what a good little whore I am. He knows where to grab me and touch me (and what to say to me!) to keep me going. I kept coming long after the vaginal stimulation had ended.

I already felt really lucky to fuck twice in one night, but I was definitely up for more fucking if he was. (For a 54-year-old guy he does a great job at keeping up with me!) He used my new toy on me (review to come) - a Don Wand Curved Purple Swirl glass dildo. Each bit of the swirl would bump against my vagina as it thrusted in and out. It felt really good. He had me use my bullet vibe on my clit and again he brought me to an amazing orgasm. I’m really getting curious to see myself on videotape because I go off into another world when I come. I make so many noises and I can imagine I make a lot of interesting faces. He fucked me again, this time while I was on my back. He slapped my face a few times, called me a whore again which just drove me wild. (Funny how if someone else called me a whore I might take exception to it, but I am his whore and I do what he wants, so it’s wonderful when he calls me that.) Again, we had amazing sex and he let me come after making me wait a while. God, I’m so spoiled and lucky. He makes me come and come over and over again. And I’m such a horny girl that I just keep wanting more and more. I can keep my fingers crossed that today might hold more pleasures in store.