Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Porn review: Amos and Candy

Is anyone else bored with modern porn? It feels like it’s the same old thing every time: A bleached blonde with fake boobs and too much makeup making unrealistic sounds of “pleasure” while having sex in positions that can’t possibly feel good. And I suppose there’s a dude there, but he’s pretty much disposable, because everyone knows it’s the girls that sell. Don’t you long for the golden days of porn, when real people had realistic sex and sometimes even real orgasms? It may not have been as polished, but real sex isn’t polished. It’s awkward and doesn’t always look good, but DAMN it feels good. And that’s fucking HOT.

With this bias toward older porn in mind, I submit to you my review of Amos and Candy. Fun backstory: I found this disc as I was unpacking my new house. It was in an unopened SugarDVD envelope. I hadn’t subscribed to this service for years. I figured by now I’d already paid for this “lost” disc, so it was as good as mine. I might as well watch it. I read the description to see what was in store for me:

Sugar and spice mixes the races in a sweet feast of interracial delights!

The movie begins with Ebony Ayes, a big-busted star of black and interracial porn from the late 80s, dancing erotically behind a stream of credits. We then move on to an opening scene that looks like something out of Married...With Children. A man working on a car in a garage, singing his own “hilarious” version of (Sitting on) The Dock Of the Bay. Why is porn humor so bad? There must be some funny perverts out there that can write a decent script, right? The mechanic is Billy Dee, a light-skinned black performer who apparently had a lot of work in the 80s and 90s due to his ability to play black, white, and sometimes even Hispanic roles. It wasn’t until a sleek blonde enters the “shop” and he makes such a big deal about the “sexy white girl” that I realized he wasn’t white. There’s a bit of cheesy banter about what she’ll do for him if he stops what he’s doing to fix her car stereo right away, paired with some typically bad porn acting. Then, the leggy blonde leaves to get something and Billy Dee turns to the camera to tell us how much he loves fucking white women, delivering a line that would never make it through today’s PC filters, but made me laugh out loud: "Don't get me wrong, black women are fine, but sometimes those kinky pubic hairs just rub the shit out of your dick." He then goes on to reminisce about a story his friend told him about fucking a white girl. “Well, don’t take my word for it, why don’t you just watch…”

Oh, I get it. This cheesy 80s garage scene is just a wrapper for a bunch of interracial scenes from other movies. That’s certainly a clever way to repackage some old material. And old, it was. The VHS-quality opening scene faded away and next we see what appears to be a quality, 70s-era scene between two pretty, natural-breasted brunettes and a black man. Unfortunately, I can’t find any detailed listings of the cast for the vintage scenes in this movie, so I couldn’t tell you who they were. Regardless, the scene had everything I love about the golden age of porn: Real looking people and real looking sex. One thing that stood out for me in this first scene was the way the girls kept eating the man’s ass. Ass eating isn’t uncommon in today’s porn, but usually it’s the man doing it to the woman, and not the other way around. During one particularly hot moment, one girl sucked his cock while the other ate his ass. I can only imagine how amazing that must have felt.

After this scene we go back to the wrapper and see more terrible banter before we move on to another vintage clip that begins with a pretty, natural blonde laying naked except for an amazing pair of shoes (sorry to get all girly on you, but these things were fucking beautiful) on a shag rug next to a handsome black man playing the bongos. It isn’t long before they are both naked, having more hot, natural-looking sex. One thing I noticed about this scene, and all of the following vintage scenes, was that the sound didn’t quite match up with the scene. Although these weren’t the incredibly fake, exaggerated moans we hear in today’s porn, they didn’t quite sync up with the scene. Occasionally we’d hear the girl moan while her mouth was closed. Or the guy would say something and not move his lips. It wasn’t terribly distracting, though, because at least the moans sounded believable.

More cheesy banter from the scene in the garage and we move on to another vintage scene between two women (one black, one white) and a white guy. And, sorry to get girlie on you once again, but I couldn’t help but admire the black woman’s sleek and classy garter belt. There’s a great part at the end of the scene when the guy comes on a girl’s face and, judging by the way she jumps when it hits her, I think it may have gotten a little closer to her eye than she expected. Don’t laugh, that shit burns! Okay, you can laugh a little. I always do when it happens to me.

Then we go back to the wrapper, a white, douchey friend of Billy Dee’s recounts his only experience with a black woman. Unfortunately, the scene that follows is painfully 80s. It features Ebony Ayes doing a photo shoot for Douchey White Guy. Her breasts are frighteningly large. Almost as frightening as her claw-like nails. She dances around and strips while we hear a badly synthesized rip-off of the Pointer Sisters song Neutron Dance. As the scene goes on, Ebony begins to masturbate with a vibrator and we see the photographer’s hand come into the shot, reaching toward her breasts. She angrily pushes him back and tells him, “this is just a video, don’t get weird.” More maturbating, and more attempts by the photographer to join in lead to a fight that goes something like:

Ebony: "Fuck this, I'm getting tired of this. I can't fight you off and do this video too.”
Douchey White Guy: “Okay, I've had it, just leave.”
Ebony: “fine, fuck you.”

Well! That was certainly an unexpected ending! Way to surprise me, cheesy 80s porn!

Thankfully, the next scene is another vintage 70s scene between two women, one of which is Desiree West, one of first the African American porn stars. West is gorgeous, and the scene is very realistic and very hot. I suspect I’ll be hunting down more of her movies for future reviews.

Finally, we reach the finale. Our wise-cracking mechanic gets his turn when a blonde with a very 80s perm and sparkly tube top comes in to get her car worked on, but ends up getting her pussy worked on instead (I should be writing the descriptions for these movies, I’m a natural). The blonde is absolutely adorable and a quick web search turns up the name Dana Lynn. As my roommate so eloquently put it, “she’s hot if you subtract the 80s.” Definitely another one I’d like to see more of. The scene itself was full of porn cliches and wasn’t very memorable, but Lynn’s natural C-cups were things of beauty. Despite the cheesiness of the scene, there was one moment in the scene where Billy Dee won me over a bit with his realism and humor. He and Dana are going at it when his dick falls out of her pussy - as sometimes happens during real sex. Not only did they leave it in the scene, but Billy Dee draws attention to it with a “Whoops!” and then, “would you please direct me back to the passage?”

Conclusion: Although the sex wasn’t particularly noteworthy, the vintage 70s scenes were beautiful and sexy. I’d definitely watch this with a lover, as long as I could skip past the cheesy 80s cliches.

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Should I restart my podcast?

I've been thinking a lot lately about restarting my podcast. It was a lot of fun back in the heyday of my former blog, but fell by the wayside when my depression was at its height. Now I'm back with renewed energy and a very active sex life. Is it time to get podcasting again? I think so! But first I have a couple of questions...

What would you like to hear in a podcast from your favorite Moody Floozy?
What should I call it?

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Las Vegas part 2

Read part 1 of our Las Vegas weekend.

Several hours later, we again stumbled into our hotel room, this time more from drunkenness than exhaustion. We'd had a wonderful dinner at the Monte Carlo and had seen the most amazing burlesque show (Zombie Burlesque, at the Planet Hollywood Casino - I can't recommend this show highly enough. Go see it!). But our night had only just begun.

"Care for some champagne?" I asked, popping open a chilled bottle of bubbly.

"Sure!" he responded.

"And would you care for...anything else?" I held up a clear bag and shook its contents gently to emphasize the treasure that it held. This was what I'd been waiting for all weekend.

"Let's do it!" He replied, enthusiastically.

I opened the bag and poured a handful of mushrooms into his palm, then took an equal amount for myself. We smiled at each other and popped them into our mouths. After a few minutes of chewing, we clinked our champagne glasses together and took a swallow to wash them down.

"Shall we curl up on the couch for a little more mind-numbing television while we wait for these to kick in?" I asked.

"Sounds perfect," he said, taking my hand and leading me to the couch.

It was only about 15 minutes later that I started to feel the effects of the mushrooms. The comedian on TV got just a little bit funnier. The colors in the room got just a little bit brighter. And every time Andrew caressed my skin, I got just a little bit more tingly. When I started to feel that tingle all the way down between my legs, I knew it was time. I climbed on his lap, straddling him, and used the remote control to turn off the television.

"You're feeling it, too, huh?" He asked.

"Oh yes," I said, and kissed him. Our kissing soon turned to grinding. Our hands explored each other's bodies. I moaned as I rubbed myself against the bulge in his pants. He put his hands firmly on my ass and ground me into him even harder. "Mmm..." I moaned again. "This feels so good already."

"I bet we can do better," he said, and lifted me up so that my pussy was even with his mouth. I rested my knees on the back of the couch as his hands gripped my ass to hold me comfortably in place. He pressed his lips against my swollen clit through my panties. He teased me this way for several minutes, before gently sliding out from under me. Still facing the wall behind us, I moved my knees down to the couch cushions and placed my hands on the back for support. He pulled my panties off and lifted up my skirt, exposing my bare ass and pussy. He knelt on the floor and placed his hands on my ass as he gently ran his tongue up the inside of my left thigh toward my now throbbing vulva. I gasped when his tongue reached my labia. I groaned when his tongue grazed my clit. I cried out in ecstasy when the tip of his tongue pushed into my vagina.

My moans grew louder and my breathing grew heavier as his tongue became more and more aggressive. My legs and arms felt weak. I was in so much pleasure that I could barely hold myself up. I leaned my forehead against the wall behind us to give myself more support. I wondered if there was anyone staying in the room next to us. Surely they could hear my moaning and the occasional light rap of my head on the wall. I closed my eyes and imagined our neighbors, just settling in after a long day of tourist activities, becoming aroused by the sound of our passion. The mushrooms made my daydream so vivid that I got lost in it for a moment and almost forgot where I was. I drifted back and forth between the reality of his tongue between my legs and the fantasy of someone listening to us from the next room.

I'm not sure how long we were on the couch - drugs can drastically alter my perception of time - but it felt like hours. Finally, I turned around and kissed Andrew. I could taste myself on his tongue. "Do you want to move to the bed?" I asked.

"I'd love that," he responded.

We left a trail of clothing from the couch to the bed, so that by the time we laid down we were completely naked. I reached over to the nightstand and pulled a bag of supplies out of the drawer. From the bag, I withdrew several condoms and laid them on the bed for easy access. There were several toys in the bag, but it wasn't time for those yet.

"May I fuck you in in the ass?" Andrew asked. He was always so gentle and polite with his dirty requests.

"Yes," I replied, and handed him the bottle of lube from the bag of supplies.

We kissed one more time before I turned away from him and waved my ass in the air. He covered his hard cock first with a condom, then with a dollop of lube, and rubbed some around the opening of my ass before gently inserting a finger. "Mmm..." I moaned. After a few minutes he inserted another finger, gradually preparing my tight hole for his cock. Finally, he removed his fingers from my ass and I felt the firm tip of his member slowly pushing into my anus.

"Is this okay?" he asked.

"Yes, it feels good." I assured him. He slowly pushed his cock further and further until it passed through the tight opening and began to slide easily all the way in. We both moaned. He began moving his cock in and out of my ass, slowly at first, then faster until he was pounding away. "Fuck yes," I groaned. Steadying myself with one arm, I moved my other hand between my legs and began to play with my clit as he fucked me. I briefly considered pulling a toy out of the bag to fill my pussy, but decided that something like that might take more concentration and coordination than my current state of mind would allow.

He fucked my ass for some time - maybe 45 minutes - before we both collapsed in a sweaty heap. We hadn't finished yet, but were in need of a rest. He went to the bathroom to clean up a little, then came back and laid down next to me. "Thank you," he said. "That was nice."

I smiled and kissed him. "I agree."

We laid together, naked, kissing, and taking sips of champagne, for another ten minutes or so before he got up onto his hands and knees and began kissing the back of my neck. His hands ran down my back, over my ass, and between my legs. I spread my thighs apart as his fingers found their way into my vagina. He gently worked my pussy with one hand while the other tore open a condom and rolled it onto his cock.

"Which hole do you want this time?" I asked him.

"Which one do you want?" He countered.

"Hmm...I want you in my pussy this time."

"Like this?" He slid his cock easily into my wet pussy.

"Yes," I moaned. "Exactly like that."

He pulled my hips back toward him so that I was positioned on my hands and knees, and pumped his cock in and out of my pussy. I reached between my legs and played with my clit, moaning and groaning with each thrust. The mushrooms made each stroke feel better than the last, until I almost couldn't bear it. I wanted to come so badly, but the drug wouldn't let me. This is common with many sex-enhancing drugs, but there's one sure-fire way to push me over the edge, and I had come prepared.

"Hold on, let's take another breather." I said, finally. By this time we were dripping with sweat. Our bodies tingled with the combination of sexual pleasure and psychedelics. He collapsed next to me and we embraced as we engaged in a passionate kiss. "I think it's time to pull out the power tools."

"Oh really?" He smiled. I could tell that, despite the intense pleasure we'd been experiencing, he was as ready to come as I was. Exhaustion was creeping in and would soon overcome passion. I reached into the bag of supplies and pulled out a bottle of lubricant and my secret weapon: a Magic Wand. I plugged in the device and handed it to Andrew. He tested out the speeds while I squirted a dollop of lube in my hand and gently began to caress his cock. "Mmm..." he moaned.

He held the toy, on its lowest speed, gently against my clit. Waves of pleasure went through my body and I was barely able to continue stroking his cock. After a while I took the wand from him and, still stoking his cock with one hand, I held the device between my legs. "I want your hand free so you can put your fingers inside of me." He promptly obeyed, sliding first one, then two fingers easily into my wet pussy. "Oh yes," I called out. I could feel myself getting closer to that edge. I stroked his cock faster and faster as his hand went in and out of my pussy. The toy vibrated against my swollen clit. I was so close, but still couldn't quite get there. With a flick of my thumb, I switched the device from low to high speed. The pleasure was so intense I was practically screaming.

Finally, it happened. It was like I'd broken through a barrier, and my entire body was suddenly engulfed in a feeling of pure ecstasy. "Yes, yes, yes!" I called out. I heard Andrew moaning beside me and felt his warm come begin to drip down my hand.

When we'd both caught our breath, we rolled onto our sides, facing each other. "That was fucking amazing," I said.

"Wow. Yeah." He said, still partially out of breath.

We kissed and snuggled up together. Andrew reached over to turn off the lamp and we both drifted off into a blissful sleep.
The next morning, we awoke later than we'd intended and started our rush to get packed in time to check out. Despite our hurry, we both had a spring in our step and a smile on our lips. We stopped occasionally to kiss or just hold each other. Once we'd checked out, we waited outside for Andrew's airport shuttle. He was going home a day earlier than me so that I could spend time with my parents, who live just outside of Vegas. We snuggled up on a bench and reminisced about what a great weekend we'd had. It was a little bit sad to know that it would be months until the next time we saw each other, but we also knew that it was the distance between us that made these rendezvous so much more exciting.

"You know, I think we've peaked." I told him.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"We just had an amazing weekend full of drug-fueled sex in Las Vegas. How can it get any hotter than that?"

"Oh don't worry," he assured me. "We'll think of something..."

Friday, February 13, 2015

Las Vegas Part 1

Las Vegas.

Bright lights and big hotels. Sparkly showgirls and celebrity faces on every billboard. Medieval castles, pirate ships, and the Eiffel Tower. Elvis weddings. Chain smoking gambling grandmas. Fat tourists gorging themselves at buffets. Drunken bachelorettes carrying their impractical shoes in their hands.  Bros spilling out of strip clubs with empty pockets. Prostitute playing cards littering the sidewalks...

It's hard to believe that this greed-fueled wasteland is where millions of people from around the world choose to spend their vacations every month. But, can I let you in on a dirty little secret? I fucking love Vegas. I love the glamour. I love the greed.  I love the gaudiness. I love the gluttony. Las Vegas is a big, sintastic, adult theme park, and it appeals to me in much the same way as Disneyland and even Burning Man. There's something about these larger-than-life playgrounds that fascinate and thrill me like nothing else. So, when Andrew half-jokingly suggested we meet up in Vegas for a cliched weekend of debauchery, I replied with an enthusiasm I don't think he ever could have expected.

He arrived from Oakland a few hours before my Seattle flight got in. I texted him when my plane had landed and he told me he'd be waiting for me in baggage claim. I couldn't wait to see him. I pushed my way out of the crowded plane and hurried through the airport. As I turned the corner into the baggage claim area, I nervously looked through the crowd for his handsome face. It had been almost two months since we'd last seen each other. Would the chemistry still be there? There was no reason for me to believe it wouldn't, but I couldn't stop my anxious mind from imagining the possibility of an awkward weekend of two good friends trying to rekindle a fleeting passion that was mostly fueled by the excitement of its novelty.

And then I saw him, standing there in his jeans and t-shirt among the sharply dressed limo drivers, holding a sign with my name on it. I started laughing so hard I had to stop walking for a moment to catch my breath. It was the perfect icebreaker. I walked up to him, dropped my carry-on bag, and threw my arms around him. There was a brief awkward moment when I thought we might add a kiss to our greeting, but he didn't seem to be moving in that direction so I brushed it off and we busied ourselves with trying to locate my bag on the baggage carousel.

When we arrived at the hotel, Andrew didn't waste any time. He dropped his bag next to the bed and drew me into his arms for a kiss. I was relieved and exciting to feel our passion returning to the way I remembered it. Our kiss grew more and more passionate until we were tumbling around on the bed, tugging at each other's clothing. Admittedly, it was all moving a little fast for me. I'd been traveling all day and would have liked a few minutes to settle in and have a drink. But I didn't want to impede our momentum. After all, this was supposed to be a weekend of debauchery, so what better way to get started than by getting naked and...debauching?

I pushed Andrew onto his back and wrapped my lips around his hard cock. Just a few days before, we'd been discussing the fact that he had never come in my mouth. Knowing my body wasn't quite ready for a full-fledged sexual encounter, I decided this was a perfect opportunity to cross the act off of our sexual To Do list. I removed my his cock from my mouth just long enough to look him in the eye and say, "I want your come in my mouth."

"Well, I won't argue with that," he said, between moans.

The next day we wandered around the Las Vegas strip together, dodging timeshare promoters and joking about the absurd number of selfie sticks (Andrew likes to call them Narcissticks). We laughed. We chatted about relationships. We held hands. Just before sundown we stumbled back into our hotel room, exhausted and hungry. We curled up on the couch and watched TV for a short time, just to get a little rest before heading back out for the night. We had tickets to a show and would need to find food soon. Sitting there next to him, snuggled up, watching old episodes of South Park, I felt so close to him. We'd only really known each other for about 5 months, and, due to the long distance nature of our relationship, had really only spent a total of a few weeks together. But here, in this moment, it felt like we'd been good friends and lovers for years.

I looked up into his eyes. "I like you." I said.

He smiled. "I like you, too. A lot."

I smiled, giggled, and kissed him. "Let's get ready to go. We've got a big night ahead of us."

Stay tuned for part 2 of our Vegas sex romp...

Thursday, February 12, 2015


In the past month it has become increasingly difficult for me to have an orgasm, and I don't know why. As someone who has historically had a remarkably easy time coming, this is very troubling for me. Is there something about my sex life that has become progressively unfulfilling? Certainly not. David is the best lover I've ever had, and my weekend in Vegas with Andrew was full of mind-blowing sexual encounters. But, even with all of this great sex, I've only been able to reach orgasm about 50% of the time. Masturbation has been equally as difficult, and adding a vibrator only increases the likelihood of an orgasm by a small amount. So what's happening? Is it my anti-depressant? Many anti-depressants are known to have a negative affect on arousal and the ability to reach orgasm, but Wellbutrin - the medication I'm taking - has actually been found to have the opposite effect. When I started taking the medication, my orgasms came even easier and were more intense than ever before. Besides, I've been taking this medication for over a year now and it's unlikely that it would have taken this long for this kind of side effect to develop. What, then?

One possibility is that I'm simply getting older. I'll be 38 soon, and while society still treats me like a young(ish), vivacious woman, the rules of biology still apply. Study after study has found that, as a woman ages, sexual function decreases. We don't get as aroused. We don't get as wet. We don't reach orgasm as often. These changes can start in a woman's late thirties, or sometimes even as early as their late twenties. This seems to conflict with the popular idea that women reach their sexual peak in their thirties, but that misunderstood legend could spur an entire article all on its own. Since about the age of 35 I have feared the effect aging may have on my sex life, but it still feels too soon for this to explain what's been happening (or not happening) lately. On to the next theory...

About a year ago, I was having a conversation with my friend Lee about my sexual partners that touched on this very subject. "I can't figure it out. All the sex I'm having is so good, but why do I come every time with Guy A and B, but hardly ever with Guy C? I don't even really like Guy A as a person, and don't have much in common with Guy B, but Guy C is just as amazing outside of the bedroom as he is inside of it."

"I think you may have just answered your own question," was his response. "Is it possible that the very reason you come so easily with Guy A and B is that you don't really like them that much? They pose no emotional threat. But Guy C could actually turn into something real, and that's probably still very scary to you after your last relationship. Your heart isn't ready to open itself up to that possibility again, and it's affecting the way the rest of your body responds."

Fuck him for being so right on the money. I love that guy.

So, is that it? Is this still happening? Is my increasingly emotional and loving relationship with David slowly killing my sexual enjoyment? Isn't this the exact opposite of how women's sex drive's are supposed to work?

Fuck, I need therapy. Big time.
And no, I'm probably still not going to go get it.

Sunday, February 8, 2015

Late Night Convenience

I can't tell you how convenient it is to have a lover that lives only 3 blocks away. Well, I can try...

I'd had a long, busy, but fun day. A dentist appointment, a trip to the toy store with my dog (our annual tradition for her birthday), a scriptwriting meeting for my upcoming show, an event at Babeland featuring sex tips, male strippers, and free champagne, and finally, a late night meeting with a performer to discuss casting him in my show. By 11pm I was exhausted, excited, and more than a little bit drunk. I was almost home, but all I could think about was crawling into bed next to David. It would only be a few extra blocks to change course and end up at his house. I texted him to see if he was still awake.

I'm awake, but in bed.

Hmm. I'm tipsy on champagne and I didn't shower today so I stink like a dirty hippie. You would probably hate it if I crawled into bed with you right now.

You are always welcome in my bed.

That was enough for me. I immediately changed course and, within minutes, was quietly sneaking into his house and up the stairs to his bedroom. I tiptoed to his bed and said hello, not sure if he'd drifted off to sleep yet.

He opened his eyes and smiled at me. "Hi, beautiful."

As I fumbled to remove my clothing, I drunkenly babbled about the night I'd had, stopping several times to apologize for keeping him awake. He grinned and assured me that I wasn't disturbing him. Finally, I slipped under the covers and snuggled up next to him. We kissed for a few minutes before snuggling up to go to sleep. I turned away from him so that we were spooning, and he slipped his arm around my waist from behind. I closed my eyes and snuggled closer. That's when I felt his hand move downward and gently begin to stroke my clit.  Truth be told, sex hadn't even crossed my mind up until now. It was late and we were both tired, so my only goal for the evening had been to fall asleep in my lover's arms. But I couldn't deny the way my body responded to his touch. I gasped lightly, and spread my legs a little bit to give him more room to play. He caressed my clit a few moments longer before moving down and circling the moist opening of my pussy. He gently inserted one finger, then another. I moaned softly, and began gyrating against his hand.

Still in the spooning position, I began to use my gyrations to grind my ass against his cock. After only a few minutes of this, he removed his hand and I felt the firm tip of his cock push its way into my vagina.

"Mmm," I moaned.

"Oh fuck yes," he whispered.

I continued to gyrate against him, feeling his cock slide in and out of me from behind. We started slowly, and then moved faster and faster until our thrusting became so vigorous that a slapping noise filled the room, along with our heavy breathing and moaning. As amazing as it felt, I knew I wasn't likely to come. I was exhausted and I'd had a lot to drink that night. I have a hard time reaching orgasm when I'm drunk, let alone tired. But I didn't want to stop. At least, not until I felt his cock pulsing with his orgasm inside of me. I didn't have to wait long. His heavy breathing turned to soft moans. His moans grew louder, and soon gave way to expressions of excitement.

"Oh fuck."
"Oh god yes!"

And then I felt it. His entire body tensed and then shivered as he released his load inside of me. It lasted about 30 seconds, and then he relaxed beside me. I pulled away slightly, sliding his spent cock out of me, and turned to face him. I kissed him, then put my head on his chest and slid my arms around him. He put his arms around me and held me tightly. We didn't say a word, just held each other and drifted off to sleep.

Saturday, February 7, 2015

Morning Anticipation

I can never tell what time it is when I wake up in David's bedroom. There are no clocks, and the window is covered with blackout curtains so that not even a peep of sunlight ever finds its way into the room. It can be a little bit disconcerting to have no concept of time. It feels almost like being in a sensory depravation chamber. Of course, none of my other senses are being deprived. The vision of his sculpted body. The feeling of his smooth skin against mine.  The sound of his moans as I taste and smell his manhood. These senses are all intensified, as if to compensate for my lost sense of time.  

When I awoke this morning, I didn't know if it was 4am or 1pm. It didn't matter, really. I had no reason to get out of bed, especially not with this beautiful, naked man lying next to me. I looked over at him. He was so peaceful, laying next to me with his eyes closed. So handsome. My eyes moved from his face down to his uncovered chest. It was so smooth. Well-defined, but not bulky. I found myself imagining the way it felt against my own bare chest. I could feel my nipples getting hard as I began to daydream about our naked bodies rubbing together. My pussy tingled and moistened. Was he awake? I'm certain he wouldn't mind if I woke him up for sex, but he looked so serene that I couldn't bear to disturb him, despite the growing hunger between my legs. I stared up at the ceiling, wanting him, for what felt like an hour, although I'm sure it was only a few minutes. Maybe I could just go back to sleep for a bit. I turned onto my side, facing away from him. A moment later, he turned onto his side and spooned me, slipping his arm arm around my waist from behind.

So he was awake. Had he been lying awake next to me that entire time, wanting me the way I'd been wanting him? Wondering if I was awake? I could feel his hand resting lightly on my stomach. I wanted so badly for him to move it downward. My eager, moist pussy awaited his touch, but he didn't move. I considered guiding his hand between my legs, but found that I was actually enjoying the anticipation of waiting for him to make his move. So I waited. And waited. And nothing happened. Had he fallen back asleep? Was he teasing me on purpose? He stirred, slightly. Here he goes. This is it. Any moment now I will feel his fingers making their way between my legs. But I didn't. Instead, he rolled onto his back, removing his arm from around my waist in the process.

What now? My pussy was so wet I could feel it on my thighs. I didn't know how much longer I could stand this delicious anticipation. I was growing impatient. It was time to take action. I rolled toward him and put my head on his chest as my fingers circled his nipple, and then made their way down to his stomach. I hesitated for some time before going lower. I knew, as my hand rested on his belly, that he was awake. I knew he was anticipating the feeling of my hand on his cock, but didn't yet know if that was my intention. This tease - this buildup - was all a part of the game. When I finally moved my hand down further and lightly stroked his soft penis, he let out a gasp. Was it a gasp of pleasure? Of relief? Perhaps a little bit of both. I slowly and gently caressed his cock, feeling it grow firm right in the palm of my hand. When it had reached its full, beautiful glory, I tilted my head up and kissed him. He moaned into my mouth as I stroked up and down his shaft. I removed my hand from between his legs and crawled on top of him, straddling him so that my vulva was pressed against his cock. I gyrated up and down, back and forth, until his entire member was moist from my juices. We kissed. We moaned. We both wanted so badly for him to enter me, but were enjoying the tease too much to take it further.

Finally, he reached down and guided himself into my hungry pussy. "Oh, dear god," he moaned, as his cock slid inside of me. I pressed against him, forcing him deeper, as deep as he could go. I ground my hips, moaning as his pelvis rubbed against my swollen clit. I pulled away, rising to the top of his cock, then slid back down. My movement was slow at first, but gradually grew faster. I could hear the squishing sound of his cock sliding in and out of my wet pussy and it turned me on even more. He heard it, too, and smiled. He knew. He knew that this was the sound of my desire. He knew that, as he'd been wanting me, I had been wanting him just as much. And we both knew that our anticipation and desire for each other would soon push us over the edge. I could already feel the pressure building inside of me, and I could tell from his moans that he was close. I considered slowing down. Maybe, if I slowed my pace, we'd both last longer. But this wasn't the time for drawing things out. We'd been doing that all morning. This was what we'd been waiting for. After all of the anticipation and expectation, this was our reward. So I didn't slow down, I went faster. And faster. Until finally...

"Oh god!" I screamed out.
"Oh fuck, yes!" He yelled.
His cock pulsed inside of my trembling vagina as we both came.

Finally, we were satisfied. We were also exhausted. Our lovemaking, from the moment of penetration to the moment of climax, had only lasted a few minutes, but in reality we'd been seducing each other all morning. I guess all of that anticipation really took a lot out of us. I can't wait to try it again.