You Got Off Easy

It’s been a while, my friends, but I have something for you. You see Peanut and I have been full on girlfriend and girlfriend for over a year now, so the stories that used to spur our initial entries happen so often, it seems repetitive to write about. But I just had an exchange with Lady P that deserves one hell of good narrative.

We were lying in bed after an intense, heated fuck session; my strap-on still on tight, her pussy aching from the pounding. Our housemates have guests upstairs and while the walls are fairly thin, we thought we’d give it a go with the intention to keep it quiet. It’s worth knowing our past roommates have jokingly considered forming a group for those who have heard Tangerine and Peanut in action… needless to say, staying quiet is a feat. That hot story wasn’t the reason I’m writing though, it’s what happens after that has my head spinning right now.

So we had just finished fucking (not so quietly, as it turns out) and Peanut remarks on how lucky we are to have such hot sex. I agree and begin to wonder what it would have been like to know Peanut under entirely different circumstances. Our IRL meeting was dramatic and heartbreaking and I wonder if we would have survived anything different. We begin to imagine this scenario in the mid 1990’s where Hollywood says these types of things happened.

I was in the military, stationed overseas, and sailing through promotions. She was the new 1st Sgt’s daughter, a few years younger than me, but worldly and looking for something to hold her attention. We met at a reception banquet and I knew from the beginning I should stay away. She’d found what she was looking for, however, and made her way across the room.

We imagined what it would be like to hide our affair from her father and my buddies. Sneaking her into my barracks, keeping her quiet during the wee hours of the evening. Meeting up off post and spending way too much time together. We dreamed up scenarios right out of 1990’s era scripting: long motorcycle rides, big aviator glasses, and dramatic music playing over sex scenes with fade away shots- you know kind I’m talking about. We decided that we’d be hot in any era and went decided on one more round with the strap on.

When she got up to shower, I got up to get dressed. Peanut walked passed the door and tossed me a look over her shoulder. “I’d wreck your world no matter what life we were living. You got off easy,” she said. Nothing pleases me more than a confident, satisfied woman. Her remarks threw me into a tail spin so as she showered and got ready for work, I found an outlet for my arousal. She’s now gonna be a few minutes late to work, but it was so worth it. This is the hottest sex of my life.

1+1+1=3!

Tangerine and I  were sitting in a restaurant ordering just appetizers when I realized something…our waiter was hot! Blond and pierced, I began to entertain the idea of sex with him…that’s right. Him. He was funny, had a faux hawk, and said “cheers” a lot. Tangerine, noticing my obvious daydreaming asked what I was thinking. I responded with “I’m thinking about banging our waiter.” She started laughing at me. “Really?” she asked. “Yep” I responded. We continued to entertain the idea thoughout our entire dinner, questioning each other about the positions we would use and so forth. Sadly, we did not slip him our number (but we are planning on going back), but that’s not my story. What happened in the car when we got home is…

Our steamy restaurant conversation had lead to a little foreplay in the car. As soon as Tangerine put the vehicle in park I was all over her. Usually Tangerine is the top in most of our sex sessions, but hearing her talk about a man penetrating her put me on the offensive that night. She moved her seat back and I slid my hand inside her pants without as much as a word. I could feel that she was wet, not moist, not glistening, WET. I had no trouble using two fingers and watching her hips rise to meet me. After a few fast minutes of , literally steamy, car sex we decided to take it to the bedroom. Tangerine peeled off her pants and buried my face in her pussy.

***The last time I posted I would say I was still a little sacred of giving oral sex, and I definitely thought I wasn’t that good at it. Let me just say that the situation has changed. I love eating pussy and what I lack in raw skill I make up for in enthusiasm Not to say that I am bad, but I am still fairly new. Anyways, back to the story:***

I worked my tongue up Tangerine and felt her settle into place, I began to slowly lick right next to her clit (one of her favorite things). Wrapping my arms around her thighs I started to immerse myself into her. Flicking my tongue this way and that, watching her reactions, sucking more and more of her into my mouth. When I couldn’t take it any more I grabbed her favorite dildo and pushed it inside of her. I love that she loves penetration, I love watching it slide in and out of her, I love the sounds she makes and how much her body wants it. I love the feel of me on top of her, giving her pleasure, topping her. It’s a role reversal we rarely do, but when it happens we do it all the way. Before I knew it, filthy words were spilling out of my mouth at her, my hips were thrusting behind the hand that was holding the toy, I was grabbing a handful of her hair…and she was loving it.

As I looked down at her while she came my clit felt so swollen, as if it would burst. Topping this woman has always been a  fantasy of mine and let me tell you all-

she did not disappoint.

-Peanut

XXX (For Kerrie)

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This is what I was thinking about five minutes ago while I was fucking myself…

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It is one of those amazing hot summer nights; where every shadow, every sound seems sharp and alive. I’m lying on my stomach in bed pretending to read in our empty apartment, listening to her walk up the outside steps. I’m waiting patiently for her to walk into the bedroom and greet me, not knowing if she will be exhausted, hyper, silly, sad, horny, pensive, or any emotion in between. Tonight is a night where I feel ready for any mood she may be in. I feel like a chameleon, ready to blend into whatever comes my way. I look back at the door just in time to see her walk through it. I watch her hungrily, analyzing her “Hey baby” and the way she removes her bag from over her shoulder. I ask how her day was, hoping to get a better insight toward her mood. “Oh it was fine, I had a tough couple of drives. This one kid…” I hear her regale stories of the bad, the good, and the ugly teenage drivers, but for the life of me I have no idea what she is saying. Praying there won’t be a quiz at the end of this discussion, I let myself watch the way her mouth moves while she speaks. I watch her lips stretch and gather, remembering how those lips feel on me. In spite of my earlier declaration, I can’t help but notice that my body is starting to tingle. I rub my foot along my calf under the sheet while nodding my head to the story.

“Hey, are you listening?” she questions. Damn I thought. I try to stammer out that of course I was listening, but my plan was foiled by my innate ability to blush. She lets out one of her laughs, the kind that send goose-bumps down my arms and make me blush even more. “That’s ok,” she whispers, leaning into me, “I want to fuck you too.” I freeze, I feel like I am balancing on a tight rope and one move will send me plummeting. As she leans in to kiss me I feel myself falling and with this feeling something inside of me lets go; lets me give in to anything, everything.

She rolls me over onto my back as she climbs on to me. She pulls her shirt over her head and I peel my own white shirt off as if I am being suffocated by the weight of it. As I throw my shirt onto the floor she lowers onto me, wrapping her arm around my shoulder and thrusting into me. I can feel the heat coming from her cunt as she rides me. I shut my eyes tight and thrust back with all that I have. Moving from my neck to my breasts she slowly licks, nibbles, and teases her way down my body. Every touch from her seems electric, I can’t help but squirm under her touch. She reaches my hips and I feel as if I’m at the top of a roller coaster ride, I know what comes next, I can see it, I can’t wait for it. She plunges in to me with her tongue the way most men can’t even manage with their dicks. I grab the headboard and raise my ass, letting it settle into her waiting hands. I feel her tongue exploring me the way a sculptor must attend to their craft: meticulously. Touching every part of me. Caressing my clit, licking my lips, thrusting her tongue as deep as it will go…as she moans and wraps her arms around my hips I echo her, gripping the headboard and arching my back.

As sure as you can tell the seasons are changing, I can tell she’s going to penetrate me. It almost feels like the air right before a storm, sensual and full of pressure. My hips thrust toward her as she slips two fingers in to my wet, tight pussy. I begin to loose control of the sounds that seep up from my throat as she begins to slide her fingers in and out. I can feel her slightly curling them, hitting that fleshy spot that no one else has ever found. As her fingers move over and over and over that spot I can feel the orgasm coming. It’s like pouring water into a glass, I can feel myself filling up…and up… She pulls me down the bed, holding my thigh in her left hand as her fingers go deeper inside of me. I open my eyes and watch her as she thrusts her fingers in to my body. I watch her as she watches…and it pushes me over the edge. I lose myself in the pleasure, moaning and moving, my muscles tightening around her fingers as I soak the sheets around us. As it ends she flops down beside me, a giant grin on her face.

“Can I tell you about my day now?”

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-Peanut

It’s About Time

We have done it again… Fallen off the face of the blog world. So for all of you who still check up on us from time to time, let me make this read worth your while. 

 

Tangerine Fever and Aroused Peanut… are… TOGETHER! 

 

No more shadows, no more hiding, ten times more sex, a thousand times more happiness…and a less than smart, but still very beguiling, pet. (Who is snoozing on my feet at this very moment) 

 

As you read this I’m sure we are having some wacky, zany, adventure involving some kind of misunderstood kitten boxing match in a field… Sometime over the next week or so I shall attempt to post some of our amazing sex sessions. So hang in there fellow readers, this blog shall once again be dripping with sexy sweetness!

 

-Peanuttybuddy

Not Your Average Pillow Queen

She is naked below me, legs spread, her eyes are shut, she’s breathing hard, and I haven’t been more aroused in my life.

Today I felt like I really fucked Tangerine…and it felt amazing. I loved having my fingers deep inside her, I loved hearing her breath rush out when I kissed her, and I loved hearing her moan.

I relished that I made her feel that good. I felt proud, exhilarated, accomplished. I have never really felt that way with any other lover before.

I don’t know why Tangerine and I have this connection between us… this all consuming, passionate, electric, connection…but…I don’t ever want it to stop. I know that sounds a little selfish, but I am a pillow queen, after all

-Peanut