My Sex Life when I'm NOT in a Long-Distance Relationship... Revisited

So that delightful combination of morning sex, shower sex, and post-shower sex is a thing of the past.

Cuddling afterwards is also minimal, because I'm usually the one that has to jump up immediately to get ready for work or school.

I've had sex... twice? Three times in the last week? I've seen Ninja that many times.

It sucks a lot.

So, amended, this is my sex life when I finally have my boyfriend within arm's reach, but other shit gets in the way. My pussy is raging, but instead I have to read about Japanese history, or go to work, or any number of completely nonsexy things.

We had a bit of a talk about this, Ninja and I. See, we used to be together all the time. Almost daily. I had work, Ninja didn't have a job much of the time. So I'd go see him every night, and we'd hang out during the weekends, and so on. We had all the free time in the world, and whenever his roommate was gone we'd be at it in the bed and I got to slowly explore my desires.

But life's not like that, now. We're both in school full-time, and work any number of days per week, and it's only proper to have friends on the side in addition to homework time. It's a lucky thing we box together, but he's hardly been going to that.

It's embarassing that... I guess he's more mature to acknowledge that, whereas I envisioned nights out on the town, sharing a bed, showering together, and calling to see how the other was when we were apart for days at a time.

It's funny: even though he's finally close to me, finally here... I miss him more than when we were hundreds of miles apart. I guess it is silly.

That's the price of growing up and trying to ensure a future, though, right? Sacrifices. We need to get through this before travelling the world and being amazing artists. Or whatever will happen.

But, hell! Masturbating doesn't cut it in the slightest. I've even started to give up on it.

But I'm horny, and it's my only option, so I'm going to go play with myself.

Relief Comes Slowly

Being full-time in college and overwhelmed with work and social predicaments sucks ass. As does trying to keep breathing room between us, lest we (Ninja and myself) get too absorbed in each other (again) and block out other important things.

But, you know, that's just the way it is now.

A few nights ago Ninja came over to spend the night with me. It was a somewhat random event; he called at 11pm saying he was coming over. I'd already gone to bed, growly and dressed extravagantly in my blue, fuzzy robe. As such, we squished into my single-person bed and snuggled.

And he kissed me goodnight, but I did not stop kissing him. His hand was on my hip, and he grabbed me hard, and that roused me immediately. Making out and slithering together like snakes, so hot.

Being on the rag, I had my menstrual cup in. But don't let the label fool you; it is physically possible to have sex with it inserted and not make a mess. Just takes a bit of practice. And funny positioning.

We were a bit sloppy this time around, though... my fault. You see, in the midst of the deed, I got reminded of the overwhelming desire to blow him. So I hopped off (I'm sure he had a confused look on his face, I could certainly hear it in his voice when he asked me what I was doing) and grabbed his cock and started doing what I wanted to do.

Something about tasting myself on him, it pleases me. Mmm.

I didn't get to the finish line, though... he brought me up from the depths saying I was doing a good job but that he wasn't going to come. Damn it. It had only been a couple minutes anyway! Guess he was in a hurry.

So I admit I was pissed, but not for too long. We went back to spooning and by default my mind was swiftly blanked and, well, you know how things end. With sweating and snuggling and smiling.

At least my vag can do a better job than my mouth.

On Call

So I don't have much to update about, or rather I don't have the mindset to organize it all into an entry.

Ninja has been rare to even pick up his phone, let alone soothe my sexual frustrations.

I'm in masturbation overdrive, but sadly it's not helping all too much.

Surprise!

Funny; after I wrote that entry we had a dry spell of like, two days. Two days too many. I played with myself way too much to try to make up for it, but to be honest, it threw me for a bit of a loop. And I've been really sore because I seriously masturbated too much. I could barely walk Friday.

Now I'm relaxing in my apartment, while Ninja is off in his dormatory. He was over earlier, watching football. I made us lunch (salmon and lobster pinwheels) and did some nasty homework and sat with him the remainder of the game between New England and Kansas City. He was sprawled on the couch, and I got to sit comfortably between his legs. He pulled down my spaghetti-strap top and held my breast, comfortable as could be.

Deep down of course I enjoy it, but Brat Roommate was around. By a blessed coincidence, however, she was in her room. Every movement made me jumpy, though... I keep my image relatively clean; it's Ninja who is sabotaging it by inserting our secret details in normal daily conversation with strangers. Sigh. That's why this is an anonymous blog, thank you very much.

"I'm gonna put my penis in you [after the game]," he said while squeezing my breast and playing with my nipple piercing. Yay! Twenty-four hours too long since the last time my vagina saw him. 4 minutes left. I rubbed his cock through his jeans.

A commercial break. Making out is fun. We don't do it all that often, but, you know, maybe we should. I love kissing, and the way bodies move. It's hot. He noticed. I ccouldn't help it. 2 minutes left.

Then! We're off to the bedroom, the TV is cut, he shut the door, I sent an avalanche of clothes and blankets off my bed, and after reaching that blissful state of mutual nakedness, he threw me down on top of it. Good lord. He kissed me.

He moved down my body, touching my stomach, his arms at my legs, where is he going? Come back and kiss me! Oh. Oh. Oh. He spread my thighs and I experienced the most gorgeous thing. I looked between my tits and there he was: arms wrapped around my legs, his skin pale in the daylight (I had to be reminded to close the curtains!), and his head lowering... oh yes.

I don't know the last time he gave me that glorious gift that is oral sex. But for a few sweet minutes I got to feel the warmth and wetness of his tongue. Squeeze his head and feel his scalp with my fingers. And look down to see that image that in itself turns me on. Damn, I say. Turns me on.

Oh wait, be quiet, don't let Brat Roommate hear!

Suddenly, up he went, my legs lifted, and POW the paralyzing pleasure of cock and pussy. He pounded away, my eyes rolled in the back of my head, until he came and rested on top of me, smirking that he just lost four pounds of water weight.

We separated, dressed, and I remembered feeling pain when that POW came... well, fuck, I was bleeding. And I rolled around on my bed for a good couple of minutes in further excruciating pain. I personally like it when my cervix gets hit during intercourse. But sometimes, rarely, I'll get huge, horrible, terrible, cramp-like pain. Pain in the ass, I say. A few minutes and I manned up, and all was well.

No pain, no gain. Bring it on, boy.

My Sex Life when I'm NOT in a Long-Distance Relationship

...is pretty freakin' awesome.

I know, I know, it's been a while since I've updated. Ninja arrived at my apartment at 5am on Wednesday morning, tired and cranky from a 15 hour drive. He warned me that there would be no sex that night. I'm a reasonable gal, I totally understood that. I was pretty tired myself.

But I am/he is just that awesome that despite his grouchy warnings, after we piled all his stuff out of the rental car, shoved it in my room, and got into bed to fall asleep, he took me sweetly from behind. And I still had my cup in (he doesn't like bloody messes).

He made an exception to the rule a few more times before I had to go pick up my friend from the airport. Yes, duh, I was late because we had sex. For, like, the fourth time.

And then after a few days of sneaking in lovings when my friend was busy, I had to fly away to visit my family (yay for turning 21 and not having alcohol in any shape or form!).

But I got back last Saturday.

So it's pretty awesome having my favourite man at my side. In addition to all the fun non-sexy things we can do (he's a football fanatic... is it strange that the word "draft" now doesn't pop into my head as the draft of this entry, but a football draft?"), at any point in time either of us can satisfy our lusty needs.

There are few better mornings than a morning that consists of morning sex, shower sex, and post-shower sex.

Today we went from his dorm to my apartment after some lunch. We ate, we chilled, we snuggled on my bed. I layed on top of him and did a little grinding jokingly, and he told me to take off his pants and ride him. I got up and did some things while laughing to myself that it would be crazy to do such a thing... and then realized that it was a genius idea. Off went his pants and in went his cock.

He's got tricks up his sleeve; he wrangled me into a new position with me on top like reverse cowgirl only I leaned back with my hands on his shoulders and held myself up. Awkward to get a hang of, but it was a success. I just need more strength in my legs, the wimpy girl I have become.

It wore him out so he took a nap, and I joined him soon thereafter. So as to not be late for work I set my phone alarm 15 minutes prior to when I had to leave. Ring, ring, ring and I roused myself. Ninja got up and told me to take off my pants, and he went and locked my bedroom door. Oooohhhh yes, this is happening and I like it.

"Just lay there," he said as I rolled over on my stomach. Yes, I can do that. And I did lay there when he bent over me and breathed in my ear, making my knuckles turn white from gripping my bedposts so tightly. Oooohhh yes.

So I'm going to have a really tough time adjusting to having sex whenever the mood hits. Yeah, right. You can expect some consistency with my posting from now on, too. FYI.

And, no, I wasn't late for work today.