the depth, the breadth, the height my skank can reach
How skanky is my valley?
Very. Let me illustrate.
Yesterday, I wanked lavishly to the vision of sucking an imagined thick-cocked older lover’s thick cock. This vision, as so many have been of late, was graciously gifted to me by my lovely O, a vision I have basely used to attain my own personal sexual nirvana.
Then, blessedly, I showered.
After showering, I called Donny, recognizing that I needed some salve spread by his knowing fingers on my emotional fissures.
I dressed to teach with the foreknowledge that I’d be seeing Donny afterwards. To great physical if not pedagogical effect, I wore a slinky brown tanktop whose underarms showed a glimpse of my hot pink bra, a pair of my magic jeans, and brown kitten heel slides. Not exactly appropriate attire to shape the minds of tomorrow today, unless I am shaping their onanistic habits, which I like to think I am.
I met Donny, we went back to his apartment, ate dinner, and when he couldn’t take staring at my boobies and my booty anymore, he pulled me into his bedroom. I, as stated, had already come with a kind of slo-mo Technicolor release to my fantasy fueled by my O-inspired mild thick-cocked older-man obsession (heretofore to be referred to m.t.c.o.m.o).
I told Donny all about it. How I imagined myself bent over a tub, my knees on cold marble, my ass up and open to my imagined lover’s inspection, the flat of one of his broad palms on the small of my back, his gaze grazing me palpably. How I imagined him, my m.t.c.o.m.o., weaving the fingers of his other hand in the back of my hair, wrenching my neck back with firmness, such that my body is taut between the tension of his two palms. How I imagined him kicking my legs apart, because he could, to see my pussy more explicitly.
I told Donny, as he kneeled over me, touching himself, how my imagined man placed one, two, three, four fingers in my pussy, stretching me so that I could accommodate his cock. How he used his thumb to massage my clit so that I would also desire to accommodate him. I told him how the man removed his fingers, positioned himself behind me and plunged his cock into me in one swift motion. Then paused and withdrew.
As Donny fucked me, I described how my m.t.c.o.m.o. positioned me on the edge of the tub such that my ass barely rested on its edge, my knees spread as wide as they could spread, while he licked my pussyslit from base to tip, methodically, and almost without my pleasure in mind.
As if he licked it for his own enjoyment.
As Donny fucked me more insistently, I told him how I couldn’t take the idea that the thick cock of my imagined man had not yet been in my mouth. I told Donny how I pleaded with this man to let me please, yes, please, let me suck his cock.
I told Donny how my m.t.c.o.m.o. stood up, lifted me to a kneeling position in front of him, how he tempted me with the unobstructed view of his cock, how finally, how sweetly, how divinely, how sublimely he finally allowed me take him in my mouth.
And as Donny fucked me, I told him how my fantasy man filled my mouth. And as I told Donny how I came to this image of this unknown man face fucking me with his impossibly thick cock, Donny pulled out, kneeled over me and came on my face, my open mouth, my lips, my tongue, my throat.
Now here comes the skanky part: I still haven’t showered (I have washed my face and brushed my teeth). In an hour or so, I’m going to go meet my dear O, she who gifted me with my fantasy, for a drink.
It will be the first time I’ve met her.
I will be doing so wearing my new pretty dumb things tank top and the vestiges, the nearly microscopic snail trails, of Donny’s dried semen.
It’s like the water cycle, only with masturbation.
Your turn.













What lovely, sexy images you've painted with words! And you're willing to consider an older man, at least in fantasy land. The best part is that during sex you shared the fantasy with your partner *as a fantasy* and not as a script. I can at last die happy. :-) Also sticky. Wow.
Finally, lucky you getting to meet O. She seems very cool.
Posted by: figleaf | 29 July 2005 at 06:12 PM
I may be cool--(and I stress may..be...) but chelsea girl is fucking hot! as is this post. Im in love. Yes, its blogrolling in our time, and if i did not have a rendezvous with P shortly, the last time i'll have him for 9 days, we so could have torn the town down, darling.
big sloppy kiss, O
Posted by: O | 29 July 2005 at 11:01 PM
By the way, best post title ever. In the world. I am awed by the depth and breath and height your skank can reach, --I love thee with the skank, smiles, tears of all my life. Wait, that was too purple, wasn't it. Damn.
Posted by: O | 29 July 2005 at 11:04 PM
She'll be coming to Hawai'i when she comes, she'll be coming to Hawai'i when she comes, she'll be coming to Hawai'i, she'll be coming to Hawai'i, she'll be coming to Hawai'i when she comes (Sing to tune of "She'll be coming 'round the mountain.)
I love the title (everything O said.)
I danced for a buxom beauty last night and devoured with kisses and suckles her breasts as I plunged into her cleavage for $10 bills. After her, I danced for an elegantly, delicate Japanese beauty...I need to get in touch with my bi side soon. I'm craving my own sex. Have fun, you two, on your meeting.
Posted by: Alohalani | 30 July 2005 at 09:40 PM
Alohalani, darling, it looks to me as if you're plenty in touch with your bi side, though if I can help in any way, I mean, any way at all, I will....
So how much to get to Waikiki? And how do you say "tease" in Hawaiian again?
Posted by: chelsea girl | 30 July 2005 at 11:04 PM
what tHe HecK ios THis??
Posted by: hello | 24 September 2005 at 01:24 AM
HELL-o
damn woman, are you going to be in the washington state area anytime soon?
-Early
Posted by: Early | 19 December 2005 at 02:42 AM