St Patrick's Day

This arbitrary holiday just so happens to be the weekend before my birthday every year. So even though I'm not Irish in the least, I love to celebrate. In my drinking days it was an excuse to get fucked up, but so was Tuesday. And today I love dressing in green, my favorite color, and watching and laughing at good friends getting themselves shit faced. This year it was just a little bit different.
I started early that day and headed over to my tops house, I hadn't seen him in over a month and come to think of it, haven't seen him since. I brought up that it was my birthday and would appreciate my present early. He happily obliged. Started out with the ritualistic squeeze to his chest both from the front and from the back. A way to instill confidence. And bent me over setting my hands on the same spot on the couch as always. The 'hug' is as much warm up as I ever got from him, witch I don't mind. He alternated with a large paddle and a cane. Playing with my emotions as he never stayed on a rhythm and loved long pauses. My heart raced as he slowly ran the paddle up and down my ass. Or had the rattan run back and forth over my thighs. He put me over his knee and picked up a random piece of wood that was ruler like and used that. I love his big hands and how even he is with his spankings. Nothing feels more stingy or left out. He had me get back up several times rotating his utensil. I had just gotten my flogger in the mail and wanted to feel it. It commented on how light it is, but that didn't hinder him at all. He had me stand hands straight up in the air and not only flogged my back, getting a good sting out of the suede, but flogged my tits. Something he traditionally doesn't do, but it was my birthday after all. He pushed me onto the couch. Usually this meant I got to feel the my bruised butt. This time I got to spread my legs as far apart as I could and feel my flogger in places I always wanted him to touch. As he switched back and forth between my flogger and the wooden piece my ankles ended up besides my butt on the couch. Shedding a few distinct tears I looked up to finally see his sadistic side in his eyes. Something he had kept under control and hidden for months. It was amazing and I left after 3 hours only to sit awkwardly on the bus.
I went to pick up a friend that was freaking out about a STD she had just discovered. I got her back to her place and got a beer or two into her, just enough that I could get her pants off and with the help of the Internet play doctor. Sure enough her fears were true and we came up with a quick plan of action. First things first, more alcohol for her and a short, but fun time with her itty bitty flogger. She gasped when I showed her my ass and immediately had to take a picture for me. I was almost as black and blue as I was after my first scene. I ended up showing that picture off for the next week if not longer. She drunkenly did my make up and as long as we where taking pictures of my ass why not take them of my tits too? She compared them too her head and made a face book ID out of one of the shots.
I decided we needed to adventure, besides my friend lived right down the street. We wondered down that way. She crashed out on the couch and wouldn't move. So me and him snuck back to his room and started at it. He gets an instant boner when he sees me. So I jumped on it. I was so hot and bothered from my top earlier and just needed that spot I can never reach itched. He's good for that being a skinny little thing with an amazingly long cock. Sometimes I can't even fit it into me. We went for a quickly and then checked on my friend who had disappeared. She had wondered back to her place. I instinctively dragged him back into his room once finding out she was safe. But was put on hiatus because he had friends coming over, but I should stick around. I played the noddy bar tender. Mixed drinks and rubbed up against him the whole night. I had a blast. As people started to space out or leave I got him into bed again. He was so uncomfortable with the exhibitionism. It was super cute. I changed his mind with not much of a fight. Just got a hold of that nice hard cock with my mouth and all his inhibitions evaporated. First he took me laying down. My back to his, trying to move as little as possible and keep very quiet. Once I convinced him that his friend was truly out cold, he let me ride him. stuffing my own underwear into my mouth to try to muffle my screams. It didn't work for long. As he hit my cervix with his head I shook uncontrollable with explosions all the way down my legs and up through my belly. Every once in a while he would grab a nipple in his mouth and it was over. I was moaning for the whole house to hear. I gushed all over him as he filled his rubber. We melted besides each other, struggling to fill our lungs. It took us maybe 15 min and we decided to put our cloths back on to sleep. We were both all sticky, so a shower was in order. We snuck naked passed his friend on the chair and into the bathroom. Back attached at the mouth, it didn't take us long for me to be sitting on top of him again. A tile floor and cold bath tub wasn't the best place. I got up and was pressed against the counter by him. Once unleashed he can be quite the animal. I'm a little too short and he's just a little too tall for that to work right away. So he lifted me up onto the counter and fucked me against the mirror. It was amazing and a first for me. When I thought I was in the most unattractive position, half curled up and legs askew he exclaimed how gorgeous I was and how lucky he was to be fucking me. This boy worships the ground I walk on. We ended with a quick shower and didn't get back to bed till 6am. Both exhausted we didn't even bother getting dressed and passed out in each other's arms.
It was quite amazing, and it all started with the attitude of 'why not?'

A Quick Word on Discretion

This is a topic I've never been good at, but it's come up quite recently with this blog.
I'm quite vocal about it and proud of it, so most I come in contact with where it's appropriate, I have them check out my blog.
The only pit fall here is when I decide to hook up with someone. I hate to be discouraging, and I'm not going to lie. So I'm caught in a quandary. I don't want to hurt someone by putting up a bad review, but some deserve only one star.
Granted I have high standards, and know how to make the other person have a good time a little too well sometimes. So I find I can leave people thinking what they want and not checking their assumptions. So to take them down a notch on my blog is kinda mean. And I might be brutally honest, but over the Internet is a shitty way to find out your not the best in the sack. Especially after your coming off of what you thought was a great night.
I do have to say I love playing with people, so keeping them thinking what they want makes it easier to play with them later on. So I'm resigned not to write about everyone.
So that's my quick word, just another thing on my mind.

Hurtling Threesome

All these events happened at an old friends apartment. It was the sex apartment that summer.
Me and him have known each other for years, and know how to stir up trouble. He is that oil stain I just can't get out of my favorite band t-shirt and I'm his dirty rag that randomly shows up from time to time. I say this all in the most loving way, and with a huge smile on, because it is just so true.
These are just two examples of what we get ourselves into.
The first time was me, him, his "little brother", and my old roommate. Me and my roommate had just met over a mutual crush (him), and hit it off right away. We where randomly hanging out, watching YouTube, shooting the shit. Nothing out of the ordinary. Me and her got the boys drunk and proceeded to have our way with them. Or maybe it was everyone paying attention to her, including me. She has tits about my size but perfectly perky, and a curvy figure that perfectly matches. She is the girl next store, but knows how to be a bomb shell. It started out just two couples on the same bed. But I had to caress her gorgeous knockers. I ended up in one of my sleeping shirts. One of the massively too big ones I can just through in my purse and carry around. This one was special though, I had these massive wings on the back. I made it to her thighs, racing horse thighs. The perfectly tapered, and palm full of yummy skin right before it hits her perfect heart shaped ass. If we weren't such good friends at this point, I would still shamelessly be hitting on her every chance I got. I just had to taste her. I wasted a little time, kissing her inner thighs, but I quickly went for the main feast. I had to be very gentle and slow with her, but it was well worth it. I had her moaning in no time. She is so funny, when she blinked and realized it was me, her first reaction is that I wasn't getting taken care of. So my friend quickly obliged to her request and stuck a few fingers up me. I batted him of, he was breaking my concentration. Just me getting her off was amazing, his fingers were turning me off. So him and his "little brother" got to stand back for a minute and comment that an angel was eating her out. She remembered the comment, but never saw the shirt, being distracted. So months later after we had become roommates, I pulled out the t-shirt to show her.
I am the only women she has ever done anything with, and most likely will be the only women. I'm quite proud of that fact.
So I've yet to go back to just 3 people, the next time I had group sex in that apartment, I was the best 5th wheel. Who knows maybe one day, I'll go back, but for now - Why?

Angel Locket

It turns out me and my Mistress knew each other many years ago, so I had a memory come up that made her say "you where that chick". This will happen to me time to time with others that have hung out on around Berkeley around the time I was there. But this was just a little too coincidental to not take note of. So I shall be writing about how I was the angel locket.
When I was 14 I was running with the wrong crowd, to put it lightly. I found I got things for free because I was cute and well developed. Gnat was no exception. And he had the supply to keep me interested.
He had a sweet squat at the time. A hotel room they had snuck into with TV and an actual bed. At the time he took me there he had just come up on an a good amount of powder and was happy to share. My memory is a little fuzzy, but what I remember is as if there was a camera mounted in the corner. There was another guy on the bed with a broken leg, me in my outfit at the time. A short school girl skirt, five inch filled in black leather wedges and some sort of skin tight top, that showed off my then large c or small d chest. You could also see my ribs and yellow tinted skin, as my Mistress so accurately pointed out. I either passed out, or blocked out what exactly happen, but I was furnished a locket full of the powder we had been talking of all night. It was a small cheep locket. Bronze with a small silver angle relief on it. It was put on a chain and clasped around my neck in a mark of ownership that I did not understand at the time. The next thing I know is we are climbing out a window. I believe that room is still there, but I haven't checked over there in years. I ended up with a button down 70's shirt I wore long after he disappeared from my life, that I got rid of soon after getting sober. I don't know what happened to the locket. I think it fell off one night when I had moved on to another dealer boyfriend.
Me and Gnat had one other experience together that comes to mind. He needed to show me his place under a bridge on campus. A small out cove you can only see from one particular spot on the path above. That I remember more fully. It was daytime and he took me from behind. Though I remember it as if I was a passerby watching from the path above. It was my first introduction with exhibitionism. I've never been back to that place and probably never will. It's hard enough to recapture my disassociation through writing of it, let alone trying to relive it by going back.

Exhabishonist Evolution

So I started in the usual way.
Sex in cars because we couldn't bring each other back to our respective parent's houses.
Actually come to think of it I started way before that. Sex outdoors was a common occurrence around my favorite punk rock venue, the infamous Gilman. So i am no stranger to back alley ways and sketchy corners in the dark. But that was all just childes play.
Dating and living with a family, don't go together very smoothly. Especially when i need to figure out if they are good in the sack early on, just for my own notes. That just happens to be a big sticking point of mine. (pun completely intended)
So it's been an interesting challenge to over come. Sneaking around at conferences in hotels has always been fun. One year i snuck around with someone on the security  detail, we ended up finding a random supply closet after 2 other thorted attempts that night. Just the adrenaline rush of having to be secret is infectious.
I further progressed to my favorite spot at night in Tilden. there is a great park bench up there that it seems that the headlights from the road can see you, but actually they cannot. I could write a whole posting on sex in Tilden. And then back to the classic car sex. Except mine is nothing but classic. I'm quite proud that i fit almost perfectly between driver and steering wheel. But alas another posting to recount those experiences.
This all brings us to this last weekend...
When i met this guy i popped his exhibitionist cherry. I was walking back to bart and took him up a stairwell I've had my eye on. He ended up giggling the whole time. It was super cute. He's really vanilla and I'm 82 percent dark chocolate gelato and he is okay with that, but has no interest. So long story short we are always making some sort of public scene because we just can't keep our hands off each other.
This weekend was extra extraordinary though, in just the lengths we will go to get into each other's pants.
We started on the bart into the city. We found a deserted train and proceeded to make sure my underwear was off by the time we got to his stop. Even walking to his place we had to stop every couple off feet to kiss. We both were so ready to rip our close off we eyed every alleyway and driveway on the way. We decided to take the park short cut and after jilling off while laying across his lap i went fishing for his aching need. He not too long after i had him down my throat hunched over because a group of people walked by our lonely park bench. I quickly jumped on his lap to cover things up, while he proceeded to act suspicious. Once they where out of earshot he did make a comment that it was oddly thrilling to be caught. I'm slowly corrupting him!
I finally got him right where i wanted him only after we got back to his place.
The mission on a Sunday morning is a fun place to tease each other while book shopping. Getting him cornered and rubbing up against him. Or just grabbing him to kiss him. Except he is starting to know my buttons. Palming my ass, or brushing over my nipples. Paton's Gate is a great place to go outside and still privately make out, besides it having a unicorn head! At one point he sat down on the floor to check out the bottom row of books, and ran a hand up my legs. We were even called cute!
So eventually we got back to my place, and while on bart i was discreetly called a whore by another passenger because i was sitting on his lap. I all could think is "you have no idea how right you are, but I'm a happy one!" I decided to embody my namesake, Bat Sheva, and take him up to the roof of my apartment. It was broad day light and the top of my building is not very high up, many of the buildings around can see right to the top on mine, and the parking lot below can see you if your not laying down. All to say we were so out in the open and yet completely alone.  I neglected to remember how thin the roof is and was interrupted by a roommate. I still blush just thinking of the aftermath.
I recently took another boyfriend to my favorite stairwell and we were not only walked up on, but the guy wanted to sit down and watch. As he walked away he had to exclaim it had been a decade since he had gotten any. Now i understand that behavior and even expect it in the Power Exchange but not in a semi-private stairwell. We quickly bounce and finished up in my elevator, you got to love an old seventy's, avocado colored elevator that i can stop wherever i so please!