Yet So Far!

So I was innocently laying on the extra bed in Ninja's dorm when he lept up with me, holding himself above me in a reversed manner so that he had his head towards my feet. I continued as normal, 'til I felt something on my head. A flaccid penis. "Oh my, how did that happen?" I looked up to see his cute little penis (oh, don't be offended!) poking out of his jeans.

Hey, I'll take what I'm given. I'm far from phased by his powers of seduction!

We fooled around for just a few moments when he said, "So... if I go find the condoms I bought, do you want to try anal?" I took in a big breath, "YES." Scared, but, yes, please, okay!

So he removes himself from above me and leaps to the boxes which held things that were in his desk (he'd moved dorm rooms for the summer) and he rummaged around. And he continued to rummage around. And for a bit longer. And a bit longer.

"But... they should be here!" I became crestfallen. Anal would be a perfect remedy during these times when I am so "unclean"... and now that he's got condoms, lets get to it I say! But no.. he lost them. I'm responsible for taking a pill every day, and Ninja can't hold on to a darn box of condoms...

So there was no anal sex. I ended up getting him hard again and we finished with an illegal bout of sex regardless of the fact that I had my cup in. He needs to get more condoms. Before I lose my nerve again! Oh my life.

Cuddling is a Good Substitute

I have to back up a moment. As you know, I do make it known when I'm in the midst of a dry-spell. I'm sure it is in the form of a complaint or two... I apologize.

Last week I was hit with the dreaded "no sex" phenomenon, and then my period ruined everything. But that was okay. I wasn't ravenous, or bitter, or crazy. I didn't masturbate more than usual.

I think that physical contact is one of the most potent things between two people. Perhaps that is the larger portion of my desires. You see, this last week I'd spent so much time with Ninja, and we spent our time cuddling, laying together, sitting next to one another. Kissing, my hand on his leg, and so on. It was nonsexual in nature, but it filled me with the very same bliss. Well, not the same. But pretty darn close and it satisfied me.

Ninja would be typing away at his computer with me sitting beside him, and he'd just break away and envelope me in his arms, "I just love touching you and being close to you. It makes me feel so good." Ditto, man. Ditto. Making him feel good makes me feel good. It takes my breath away, to be happily trite.

We're forced to sleep on little tiny twin beds at both our places, but every night we snug up together and sleep so well. He is just tall enough, and I am just short enough, that my ass fits nicely in his hips, and his arms can wrap around me comfortably, and everything just works out. I tend to fidget a lot, but... he accomodates me usually, haha. No war over who steals the covers, no one falls off the bed, and I get the best wake-up ever looking at his sweet little sleepy-face! I'd sleep anywhere, just so long as I am with him.

Now I'm so used to sleeping with him that last night, the first night I'd not done so in ages, I felt weird. He's got a friend over visiting from out of state, and only one visitor is allowed in the dorm past midnight, so I have been uprooted. Ninja had better not be cuddling with him instead...!

Sex Addicts Without Sex

Been super busy lately, though now I'm officially out of school and in the midst of enjoying a nice lazy weekend with Ninja. It's been lovely, being around each other, doing this and that. Talking, flirting, snuggling, playing games and watching movies.

But, you know, something's always got to be a thorn in the side.

I was watching Intervention when Ninja came over to me and nibbled on my arm. He watched for a few moments and chuckled that I should be on the show. Huh? "Sex addict!"

Funny that he pokes fun of me, or whatever it is that he's doing, when we haven't had sex in days and I am slowly being reduced to a desperate mess on the floor. And I wasn't even desperate (at all, honestly!). I was being good and normal.

Fine.

One Step Closer

He leaned back in his chair and I sat on his lap, appropriately nude and sliding down on his erection. I'm a clumsy girl and the position doesn't last, but he holds my hips and makes me happy.

He says, "And I bought some lubed condoms, so maybe we can try some..."

ANAL. YAY. I get excited. And proud. And happier. Not just any condoms, but lubed condoms! Smarty britches Ninja is.

The only thing holding us back, now that the mandatory condom issue is out of the way, is my own natural fear of the unknown and pain. There should be no pain, but I'm a scaredy-cat anyway.

We didn't go any further that night, but I'm guessing soon we'll get down to business. Just, you know, one step at a time.

Tell Me

I wonder if his ears tingle when I say his name. You know, that folklore that your ears burn when someone says your name.

'Cause I always tell him when I'm cumming, playing with myself. During sex I say his name sometimes, but my mind is too blank to form language I might say. But masturbating is so different. I've been doing the Literotica thing, basically wasting an hour of my life each night. Because, damn! An hour goes by so quickly. Should definitely be doing homework, but it is so much more fun to think about sucking his cock in [insert secret place].

Anyway, yeah. I used to not say a peep. A bedroom next to the brother and parents made for easy audial transmittance. Though I used to jerk off to music. I was a weird girl, whatever.

All the same, it didn't really occure to me to make noise. Maybe it was the bad porn I was watching, or probably the fact that my orgasms weren't nearly as nice. Why make noise? That's weird. WEIRD. And distracting.

Well, maybe it is a bit distracting sometimes. But nowadays I can't help it. Since that flip-switch during sex and I got transformed into this monster, I can't keep my mouth shut for long. Distracting and potentially embarassing when you realize that once in a while the common areas of our living arrangements are occupied.

All orgasms come with a complimentary falling-off-the-edge-of-the-world feeling and that sweet rush of "ohhhh [Ninjaaaaaa]" and I'm reduced to convulses, twitches and a puddle of wetness. I think it derives from the awesomeness I feel when he groans and tells me when he's cumming. It is so hot. Why not exchange the favor? In secret...

Burn, baby, burn!

A Rose by Any Other Name

I love it when he says my name.

Even when he's saying it to make me stop doing something "dumb," or whatever else unpleasant. There's something about him saying it that makes me happy. His accent, maybe. I think also the unfamiliarity (I don't particularly love my name, it sounds foreign to me) draws my attention. But I love it.

He also calls me "Baby" and "Angel" and "Sugar Tits" and cutesy things like that - some more appropriate than others. They all have a different tone. They're covers, generic. I remember he used to have a folder named "Baby" in which he placed his ex's emails. Now it is I who carry that title.

Not to discount the endearment or feelings behind them. It is a tough slot to fill; I'm just lucky enough to be in it. I know I'm strange and have thought long and hard about things to call Ninja. My inexperience plays there - I'd never called anyone "baby" my entire life. Except, you know, a drooly one. All I associated with the term was drooly babies. Until it got that new meaning, which is thankfully quite different from "crotch-dropping."

Some couples have specific pet names which are derived from specific instances. That's cool and all.

But, the fact remains. There is something special about using my name.