Friday, October 12, 2007
Moved!
Diary of a Nympho is moving on up to its very own domain name and settling into its new digs over at WordPress. Please come and visit us - new and improved - over at nymphodiary.net.
Monday, February 07, 2005
Sexcapade
We were running late - which was typical. The bathroom was sticky and steamy as I stepped in to brush my teeth. He had the shower going already, hotter than I could stand it, and he was getting undressed. I frowned as the humidity clung to my freshly towel-dried skin - I should've waited until he was done to come back in, I thought, I'd never be able to fix my hair in this soggy, moist air.
I felt a hand on my ass and turned around with a smile. After living together over a year and a half, my nakedness usually goes unnoticed by B. but today he was eyeing me appreciatively as my heavy breasts swung over the sink as I brushed my teeth. I finished with that and turned around to notice my physical appearance was having a slight affect on other areas as well.
Pleased with his admiration, I stepped forward and pulled him against me, our mouths finding each other's in a heated kiss. The shower hissed behind us as the mirror fogged up and the steam made breathing a little more difficult. I felt his "appreciation" grow against the heat that was starting to emanate from between my legs. Our kisses became harder, more insistent, as our hands traced long sweeps across each other's moist bodies.
"I want you," I whimpered in his ear, my hand reaching down and grabbing his now full erection. He didn't say a word but pulled away and pulled me from the bathroom and towards the bedroom. The snap of cool air as we stepped out of the steamy bathroom was delightful.
As we came into the bedroom I stepped ahead of him and crawled onto the end of the bed, sticking my ass up in the air and wiggling it enticingly in front of him.
"Like this?" I asked, turning around to give him a wicked smile.
He answered by stepping up and sliding inside of me in one full motion. It'd been awhile since we'd gone at if from this angle, and I cried out as I felt him so deeply buried inside. He began to move, slow and deliberately as we both liked. He reached around me and his nimble fingers quickly found my burning clit. The second they brushed against it, I knew we weren't going to be doing this much longer.
He tickled my clit as and let me control the movements as I swiveled my hips and pushed back against him. It'd been too long since we'd last been together, and it all felt so good. I screamed as the orgasm rushed over me - taking me by surprise at its sudden appearance; there was no warning, I was moving and moaning, then I was cumming and screaming.
After it ended I pushed his hand away from my clit - too sensitive now. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back onto him fully and started pumping in and out of me, hard, a little faster than before. I screamed. I was still so sensitive from the orgasm that I almost couldn't stand his thrusting. Soon I heard his low moan and he dug his hands into my hips, trying, it seemed, to pull himself completely inside of me. I could feel his cock spasming inside of me, one of my favorite sensations and then he collapsed on my back.
Now if this were the reason we were always late, I wouldn't mind it one bit.
We were running late - which was typical. The bathroom was sticky and steamy as I stepped in to brush my teeth. He had the shower going already, hotter than I could stand it, and he was getting undressed. I frowned as the humidity clung to my freshly towel-dried skin - I should've waited until he was done to come back in, I thought, I'd never be able to fix my hair in this soggy, moist air.
I felt a hand on my ass and turned around with a smile. After living together over a year and a half, my nakedness usually goes unnoticed by B. but today he was eyeing me appreciatively as my heavy breasts swung over the sink as I brushed my teeth. I finished with that and turned around to notice my physical appearance was having a slight affect on other areas as well.
Pleased with his admiration, I stepped forward and pulled him against me, our mouths finding each other's in a heated kiss. The shower hissed behind us as the mirror fogged up and the steam made breathing a little more difficult. I felt his "appreciation" grow against the heat that was starting to emanate from between my legs. Our kisses became harder, more insistent, as our hands traced long sweeps across each other's moist bodies.
"I want you," I whimpered in his ear, my hand reaching down and grabbing his now full erection. He didn't say a word but pulled away and pulled me from the bathroom and towards the bedroom. The snap of cool air as we stepped out of the steamy bathroom was delightful.
As we came into the bedroom I stepped ahead of him and crawled onto the end of the bed, sticking my ass up in the air and wiggling it enticingly in front of him.
"Like this?" I asked, turning around to give him a wicked smile.
He answered by stepping up and sliding inside of me in one full motion. It'd been awhile since we'd gone at if from this angle, and I cried out as I felt him so deeply buried inside. He began to move, slow and deliberately as we both liked. He reached around me and his nimble fingers quickly found my burning clit. The second they brushed against it, I knew we weren't going to be doing this much longer.
He tickled my clit as and let me control the movements as I swiveled my hips and pushed back against him. It'd been too long since we'd last been together, and it all felt so good. I screamed as the orgasm rushed over me - taking me by surprise at its sudden appearance; there was no warning, I was moving and moaning, then I was cumming and screaming.
After it ended I pushed his hand away from my clit - too sensitive now. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back onto him fully and started pumping in and out of me, hard, a little faster than before. I screamed. I was still so sensitive from the orgasm that I almost couldn't stand his thrusting. Soon I heard his low moan and he dug his hands into my hips, trying, it seemed, to pull himself completely inside of me. I could feel his cock spasming inside of me, one of my favorite sensations and then he collapsed on my back.
Now if this were the reason we were always late, I wouldn't mind it one bit.
Sunday, February 06, 2005
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It's out...and I'm in it The good, the bad, the ugly - all of my recorded sexual thoughts & actions in print for posterity. I think that's a good thing (?). But really, you should check this book out - not because of my content (if you come here you've read all of that already) but because it's a wonderful compilation of amazing talent, sordid tales & stimulating kink. I thoroughly enjoyed every bit and am quite honored to be included among such interesting, witty, talented, funny and all-around remarkable lovers of sex & fun. In other words, buy this book! |
Sunday, January 09, 2005
Sexual Blather
The reason for my long absences can best be described in this poem I wrote a few years back:
fuckless
Sex…..
My long lost friend.
I want to touch and be touched
Feel and be felt
Scream and make scream.
I want to have sex
And lose myself in ecstasy.
I want to be fucked
Without mercy.
I want to be spanked
And called dirty names.
My desire burns red hot
And my passion consumes me.
I want to be taken,
Used and abused.
Take me,
Fuck me, screw me,
Make me scream,
Make me cum.
Someone fuck me, please.
The reason for my long absences can best be described in this poem I wrote a few years back:
fuckless
Sex…..
My long lost friend.
I want to touch and be touched
Feel and be felt
Scream and make scream.
I want to have sex
And lose myself in ecstasy.
I want to be fucked
Without mercy.
I want to be spanked
And called dirty names.
My desire burns red hot
And my passion consumes me.
I want to be taken,
Used and abused.
Take me,
Fuck me, screw me,
Make me scream,
Make me cum.
Someone fuck me, please.
Friday, December 31, 2004
Friday, December 24, 2004
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Merry Christmas to one & all. The coming new year gives us a new look here at the Nympho Diary and hopefully lots of new sex to write about. In light of the fact that my sex life has been somewhat stagnant I intend to start adding some erotic fiction of mine as well to keep you stimulated. Remember...mistletoe isn't just for kisses. Hope you and yours have a naughty holiday. |
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
Sexual Blather
Joelle is "dying to know" what the infamous Monroe massage is.
Joelle, I'm glad you asked. It could quite possibly be one of the best moves in a woman's sexual repertoire.
I can't take full credit for this particular act, as I actually got it out of a book years ago. To this day, however, I've never found anyone that's done it or had it done.
The Monroe Massage
This is purportedly named after Miss Marilyn Monroe herself, who, as rumor has it, was the first to make this an actual "act".
To get the mood right, first light some candles all around the room so that they are your only light. You should have on hand a good bottle of warming massage lotion, preferably one made for sexual acts as it's going to be getting in delicate places, ladies.
Strip naked, don your robe, and invite your man in for a relaxing, candlelit, oil massage. Give him the best massage you can, kneading deeply. It really doesn't matter how good you are at massages, once this is over he won't remember your hands on him at all. The important thing here is to oil up his back as well as you can. Get it nice and slippery.
Once you achieved this, don't say a word - just slip off the robe and straddle his back. Massage him with your whole body, gliding up down and his back using the oil.
Here comes the good part. As your sliding around on him, found a good rubbing spot for your pussy. If you work around enough you'll be able to find just the right spot that will get you where you want to be - once found, move however you need to to create the right friction. That's right, girls, I want you to ride your man's back and get yourself off on him.
Trust me, once he hears you screaming out, "I'm going to cum" he's yours forever. Men love the idea of a woman using their body to get themselves off, without their having to do any of the usual hard work.
My little addendum to this is to roll off of him and say, "Now it's your turn." It won't take him long to get off once he's inside of you. You can do this doggy-style, if that's what he prefers, but him getting on top is nice too since he can glide nicely on top of you using the slick oil.
And that, my friends, is a Monroe Massage.
I'd *love* to hear how this worked out for anyone who has or is going to try it. In fact, if you send me your stories, I'll *post* them (anon if you prefer)! Let me know...
Joelle, I'm glad you asked. It could quite possibly be one of the best moves in a woman's sexual repertoire.
I can't take full credit for this particular act, as I actually got it out of a book years ago. To this day, however, I've never found anyone that's done it or had it done.
The Monroe Massage
This is purportedly named after Miss Marilyn Monroe herself, who, as rumor has it, was the first to make this an actual "act".
To get the mood right, first light some candles all around the room so that they are your only light. You should have on hand a good bottle of warming massage lotion, preferably one made for sexual acts as it's going to be getting in delicate places, ladies.
Strip naked, don your robe, and invite your man in for a relaxing, candlelit, oil massage. Give him the best massage you can, kneading deeply. It really doesn't matter how good you are at massages, once this is over he won't remember your hands on him at all. The important thing here is to oil up his back as well as you can. Get it nice and slippery.
Once you achieved this, don't say a word - just slip off the robe and straddle his back. Massage him with your whole body, gliding up down and his back using the oil.
Here comes the good part. As your sliding around on him, found a good rubbing spot for your pussy. If you work around enough you'll be able to find just the right spot that will get you where you want to be - once found, move however you need to to create the right friction. That's right, girls, I want you to ride your man's back and get yourself off on him.
Trust me, once he hears you screaming out, "I'm going to cum" he's yours forever. Men love the idea of a woman using their body to get themselves off, without their having to do any of the usual hard work.
My little addendum to this is to roll off of him and say, "Now it's your turn." It won't take him long to get off once he's inside of you. You can do this doggy-style, if that's what he prefers, but him getting on top is nice too since he can glide nicely on top of you using the slick oil.
And that, my friends, is a Monroe Massage.
I'd *love* to hear how this worked out for anyone who has or is going to try it. In fact, if you send me your stories, I'll *post* them (anon if you prefer)! Let me know...
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- Shanna Riley
- In a land where ghosts and ghost stories were as common and accepted as the gray, curling moss dripping from the oak and pecan trees, the art of storytelling was a rite of passage in any young Southerners' life. As for myself, quite literally raised "on the bayou", I was not immune to this bard-like existence. Writing since I could hold a pen, I have put out an extensive mess of words that have, over the years, accumulated into a myriad of web sites, blogs, and even a few published works. Words do not – yet – a paycheck make, however, and I currently pay the bills in a government job wherein I am titled i.t. tech and web designer. I keep up my geeky street cred with a website (skatoolaki.com) and blog (digitopus.com). I reside in Louisiana's lovely capital city of Baton Rouge with my boyfriend of eight years (now fiance), five cats, and a fish named Google. And, no, my other car is not a pirogue.
