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.