The Boyfriend's Birthday Present(s) II

Almost naked - I had put a bow over each breast and one between my legs – I came out of the bathroom. Walking casually towards the bed, I then crawled onto it, beside him, and asked what else he would like for his birthday. We have been together a while, meaning that I know him pretty well, so I did not really anticipate an answer. Instead, I began undoing his pants and asked, “Would you like a blowjob”. He was soft and I was actually kind of looking forward to this. I wanted the feeling of getting him hard inside of my mouth. It’s an interesting feeling taking something so soft between my lips and feeling it harden inside of my mouth. I wanted him to watch me, so I made sure to stay on my knees, kind of curled up into a ball beside him, with my hair pulled out of the way, and his head propped on a pillow. I could see him out of the corner of my eye. He was clearly enjoying the visual. If I had any doubt about that, his hardening dick in my mouth made it obvious. We went on like this for a while. He was not making any efforts towards moving me, so I had an idea how this was going to end. Well, I thought resignedly, it was his birthday present after all. I took his dick out of my mouth just long enough to ask, “Did you want to cum in my mouth?” He nodded his head. I stopped because now I wanted a kiss first. Isn’t that just the way of it - Have a pretty girl blowing your dick and she wants to stop for a kiss. I crawled up towards him and gave him a deep kiss. “You’re going to actually have to tell me though”, I said playfully. He was being hesitant, so I simply stayed there beside him on my knees looking into his face, almost nose to nose. I think I even made a funny face. Finally, he said, “I want to cum in your mouth”. I started to move, and then decided to be cruel. “Did you want me to swallow too?” I swear that I heard him groan. Hesitantly, he said, “Rachel, I want to finish in your mouth and I want you to swallow me”. Smiling, I returned to sucking his dick. I moved myself around a bit so I could look up better into his eyes. I do not know, I just wanted to see his face when he came in me. Using my hand as well, I bobbed up and down his length. The pre-cum was my first indication, but his moaning soon spurred me on to go faster. I imagined his putting his hands into my hair and taking over. I never took my eyes off of his which were radar locked onto mine as well. “Cum in my mouth baby, I want to swallow you, I need to swallow you”. A little bit later, a gallon of cum spurted into my mouth, then again, and several more times after that. He closed his eyes after the first explosion. I never closed mine. His entire face seemed so excited and relaxed at the same time.

The Boyfriend's Birthday Present(s)

The Boyfriend rarely makes a clear request about wanting anything special, so when he said he wanted to go away for his birthday, I was stunned speechless. And, to be honest, I believe I was of mixed minds about it; I wanted him to have his wish and, at the same time, I did not really want to go. When the police called to tell me that my parents had been in an accident, we were out the door and on our way to the hospital in moments. It was probably the longest drive of my life. I think it was sometime in the middle of the night when I realized that we were supposed to have been leaving for his birthday trip the next day. And then my emotions came pouring out. I cried to him about our not being able to go, but he was a champ about the whole thing. When the world returned to normal, taking him on his trip was my first order of business. I am not trying to say I make any sense, just describing the craziness in my head.

I made arrangements for a Friday and Saturday night getaway. I really could not tell you if he was excited about his long delayed birthday wish, but I can tell you that I was excited just to be getting out of town and away from everything. When we arrived, I was not surprised to find him more interested in what television stations we got than he was in getting laid. This was not my first rodeo. I have gone away for the weekend before with past boyfriends and most were eager to get me out of my pants within seconds of getting to the room. They usually tried to be romantic and casual about it, like I could not see what was coming next. Harley was possibly the most to the point – that’s the kind of man he was though – he just started undoing my pants and pulling off my blouse. But, please do not misunderstand me; if I was going away with someone, then I was okay with it all. It is just interesting how each man went about it. But, this is the Boyfriend we are talking about. Instead of getting me onto the bed, he sprawled himself out on the bed and began surfing the television.

I am sure that I must have sighed silently.

I went into the bathroom to freshen up. I also got totally naked. I debated for a bit about whether to come out in just my bra and panties, or just my panties, because I always thought a little bit of clothing was sexier. After staring at myself way too long in the mirror, I finally voted for just plain naked. Almost naked - I put a bow over each breast and one between my legs.

Leaving the bathroom, I crawled onto the bed onto my knees and asked him what else he would like for his birthday.

I am learning that most people prefer short blog entries. I am going to try, but if you knew me, then you would know how hard this will be for me. I am just not good at that. This trip did get a bit long and involved – in a good way - so I will break it up into sections.

Coming Back

Hey there,

God has a funny way of letting you know, when you think you are really busy, just ‘how busy’ you really aren’t and, when you think you are stressed out, just how little stress you really do have. Just before I last disappeared, I was complaining – okay, I was whining – about being pulled into too many different directions and to being way over-stressed. A very short time later, I was considering those the good ole days and wishing for them back.

Mom and Dad were in a car accident in another city; a drunk driver T-Boned them at an intersection. They were okay. Well, they survived. The car was totaled. Fortunately, my Dad is old school and has always insisted on driving land yachts. Mom was bruised and cut up, but mostly okay. Dad was a different matter; his hip was busted, his ankle was broken, he had cuts everywhere to the degree that they sometimes are still pulling glass out of him. He was on a ventilator for a little while too. I guess that was when I thought he might die. A few days later, one of the few times she agreed to go home for a little while, Mom had a heart attack. She's okay . . . now. For a while there, I had Mom and Dad each in a different city in different hospitals. Different rehabs, therapy schedules, it went on like this for a long time. Please understand that I am not complaining - I hope it does not sound like I am whining - because they were the ones hurt and I am just grateful they survived everything. They are both at home now and their lives seem to be returning to normal. Anyway, that's where I have been.

Things remain about the same in my life. The Boyfriend was a great help during all of this. However, he remains pretty much as affectionate and caring as he always has been which is to say barely at all. We finally took that birthday weekend trip he had wanted. The weekend we were supposed to go away for his birthday was the same weekend my parents had their accident, so of course it was postponed. I think I am going to try to write about that weekend trip next. It certainly did have its surprises. Things have become strained with Wide Load. Some days, between us, it feels like it always did. Some days, we seem to be in different worlds. We have had some moments, good and bad, about which I will write as well.

Rachel

Boyfriend's Birthday?

I was reminded of Wide Load's birthday because the Boyfriend's birthday is rapidly approaching. I asked him last month if there was anything special he would like? I asked him again this afternoon. I am still waiting on an answer.

Wide Load's Birthday

I slept in this morning. I have the apartment to myself. And I am having a fantastic breakfast – peanut butter on graham crackers. Am I living or what!

I had to go out of town for business this past December and I wanted Wide Load to come with me again. His birthday is in December and I wanted to do something special for him. We stopped for breakfast – nothing nearly as good as peanut butter on graham crackers – and I told him my surprise. I was going to take him into a lingerie store and would buy whatever he liked for me to wear for him. Okay, maybe not the most creative gift in the word and maybe not all that special, but he seemed extremely pleased. In fact, he was ready to get up from breakfast then to go shopping and, if you knew Wide Load, you would know that nothing gets between him and food, so I feeling rather pleased with myself. (I have a picture – which means “yes” that I let him take a picture – and I might upload it, but pictures make me feel embarrassed and this picture really makes me feel self-conscious). Selection made, we finished the drive and I went off to do the work thing. The evening could not arrive fast enough. We went out to dinner and I am sorry for sounding boring, but there is a point to all of this. The waitress was beautiful; short with long black hair. And she was being very attentive to Wide Load. Wide Load was being attentive to me, so I was not really feeling jealous. Instead, and I blame the alcohol for me starting this, I asked him if he wanted a three-way. The previously mentioned alcohol makes it hard for me to remember everything that was said, but I remember the gist of it pretty well. He laughed and said, “Rachel, she is hitting on you, not me”. I think I choked on my drink he got me to laughing so hard with that one. We talked more about threesomes and fantasies. I remember his saying all the right things about not needing another woman when he was with me. He said something about threesomes not being his number one fantasy which then meant that that I had to have him list his fantasies. Someday I may tell you his number one fantasy – after we get around to doing it, that is. We traded telling fantasies, but I told him that I did not believe him about the three-way. He said he would not “REFUSE IT”, but that he would never ask for it either. I smiled at him and said “I’d do it for you”. It was his turn to choke on his drink. We joked around and drank more and I asked him what he wanted from me that night on his fantasy list. He said he wanted the world tour with Rachel. I knew exactly what he meant, but I enjoy hearing him tell me what he wants from me and my body. He wanted to cum in my mouth, my pussy, and my ass that night. Laughing, I told him that we had probably better leave to get started if he wanted to do all that “traveling” in one night. Wide Load got his ‘around the Rachel world tour’ and it was a very long night for me. I say that smiling.

A Valentines Day Lament

I think it incredibly ironic that a sex bet ended the day before Valentine's Day. I would like to tell you that the Boyfriend went all out and was the proud recipient of one ginormous sexual thank you. I would love to tell you that actually. But, I would be making it all up. Remember, it is our lack of intimacy which led to this blog to begin with. If I do not initiate an encounter, then months might pass. Months have passed before! Okay, deep breath, I did not mean for this little lament to turn into a rant.

Bet Fully Paid

I may not be “The Blowjob Queen”, but I think eight blowjobs in eight days makes me “a blowjob queen”.

Wide Load had us train our legs like demons. Sunday was four days ago and my legs only just stopped feeling sore. In Wide Load’s world, that means it is about time to go back and hurt them all over again. I do this why? But I digress. When we finished, he took us around to front office and I figured that I knew what he was up too, but he surprised me. He had me sit down while he made us each a protien shake. Then, he disappearred for a moment only to return with a Snickers candy bar unwrapped on a plate with a lit red birthday candle sticking out of its center. You can laugh – I did – but it was sweet. I said something about not needing the calories and he said that chocolate does not have calories on holidays. So, the two of us sat there, in our post workout glow, drinking our protien shakes and splitting the rare non-fattening holiday Snickers.

I joked, as the Snickers was nearly gone (they do not last nearly long enough), that it was probably about time for me to finish paying off my debt. Not for the first time, Wide Load offered to let me out of the bet. Ignoring him, I lowered myself down onto my knees while he stood behind the counter. Keep in mind, just in front of the counter were HUGE glass windows. The counter itself is wood and you can not see through it however. And, with the sun, you can not see through the window tinting either. After seven days of sucking his dick, I did not see any point to being coy, so I simply pulled down his pants and took him into my mouth. I think I prefer taking a man into my mouth when he is soft. I liked feeling Wide Load get hard between my lips. I liked looking up at him and watching him look down at me. It is hard to describe what it feels like to me having him get hard in my mouth and having him look down at me. And when he came, I made it a point not to let go of him until every drop was in me.

And yes, I said eight blowjobs in eight days. The bet with Wide Load was for a week. There was a bet with the Boyfriend too and he collected in the fourth quarter. Damned Packers!

Day 7

Going to the gym soon . . . in about 45 minutes. Figure on 90 minutes to work out (it is legs today) and I imagine that about 2pm I will busy paying off my bet. Damned Packers!

Damned Packers!

Going to the gym this week has been a challenge for two reasons. One, I just ain’t had the drive to go. Two, and this is the part that really sucks, I made a bet that I have had to pay off every night for the past week. Damned Packers!

Feeling a bit confident about Big Ben and my Steelers, I did not hesitate when Wide Load asked if I wanted to make it more interesting. No money. Winner got whatever they wanted. I laughed and said I knew what he wanted. I rather dumbly added that this did not seem like much of a bet. I never seem to know when to shut up. Wide quickly added then that the winner got oral every day for one straight week. I asked him if he could really handle getting me off every night and his going home suffering. Do not guess I will ever know. Damned Packers!

I just returned from the gym and paying off my debt. Oh yeah, he still makes me work out first. The bastard.

Tomorrow is day seven.

Super Bowl

Damned Packers.

Go Steelers!

I do not understand women.

Friday was Super Bowl Day at the office. Everyone was to wear the colors of their team. I borrowed a friend's Steeler jersey (it helps to have nice rack and a killer smile). I tend to pull more for players than actual teams. In the day, I was a big Green Bay fan, but that was more because I had this major crush in Bret Favre. He looked like he was always so excited and having a good time. I am irresitably attracted to those characteristics. By now, you should be able to figure out that I am a Big Ben fan too.

Which brings me to my point - I do not understand women.

I listened to some of the ladies saying they were pulling for Green Bay now that Bret was not there. Huh? Bret was the only reason I ever pulled FOR Green Bay. The standard complaint was that they did not like Bret because he was full of himself. Let me repeat myself - huh? Women say that they like men to be self-confident. But, if a man actually is self-confident, then we accuse him of being full of himself. I remember watching Bret and Green Bay once with Daddy when they were behind and driving down the field. Daddy said, "there goes Favre, willing them down the field". I remember Daddy smiling watching it. And I remember that Bret was smiling every time the camera was on him. The most serious drive of the game and he looked like he was having the time of his life. How could I not be attracted to that?

I guess for the same reasons, I like to watch Big Ben play.

Go Steelers!

I'm Back

I'm back!

I was going to say that returning to blogging must be like returning to the gym after a really long lay out. I say that I was going to say that, but it is nothing like returning to the gym. If I skip the gym enough days in a row, then it takes everything I have to drag my fat ass back into there. I do it because I know I have to do it. And that is nothing like how I am feeling now.

Instead, I think returning to blogging again must be like having sex again after one really long dry spell. I want too. I really want too. I know what goes where. I am dripping wet with excitement. But I feel incredibly awkward and self-conscious about my every move (in this case, every word I write . . . or do not write).

Where have I been? Those are stories to tell some other nights.

In deference to my anxiety and feelings of awkwardness, let me start slow, kind of like foreplay. I promise to warm up and share better tales.

A few weeks ago, I went to visit Mom and Dad. Mom was cooking something and Dad was watching football. Dad was unusually talkative, which may have had something to do with the beer he was drinking, and I sat in the living with him for most of the time. Thank God for football. My parents and I went through a pretty rough patch for a while when I was in my teens. It may have been only days, but I swear it felt like there were years we could barely speak without fighting. But, no matter how tense things were, I could always talk football with Dad. Those games are some of my fondest memories. Okay, I am sure that is boring information for you, but it is part of the memory for me. Daddy must have been feeling really comfortable. He offers me a beer - something he never has done before. I needed the beer to not get frustrated with him and that damned flicker. We are watching the game, but he keeps flicking channels. What is it with you men! Mostly, he kept flicking between the game and this auto auction. Every now and then, he would mention having owned one of those cars and fussing that they were now selling for obscene amounts of money. A Ford F100 rolled across and Daddy told me how this was his first car (okay, truck) ever. I remember this for two reasons. First, it was important to me because he told me how it was his first car. Second, and this might be the real reason, he proceeds to tell me how this is the car he was driving when he met my mother. Memorable enough on its own. But he tells me about their first date. He picks up her at Granddaddy's house, opens her door, and he described how she slid all the way over to sit beside him. He told me how she was the first girl to ever slide over to sit next to him. I thought that was so sweet and romantic. Daddy said that bucket seats were the worst thing ever to happen to cars. I was still thinking how it was all romantic about a girl sitting next to her date when I went into the kitchen to get us each another beer. Mom said to me that she agreed with Daddy. Smiling, she whispered, "more room". Right then I needed that beer to medicate the images flitting through my head. But later on, I kind of smiled at the thought of my Mom and Dad having fun in his truck.

Still Breathing!

Hey there! I am still breathing and have not abandoned my posting. The last few months of 2010 either had me sick or hurting or too busy doing things that I was really looking forward to posting about. However, when I had the time to post, I was then either too sick or hurting too much to really feel up to writing. Nearly everyone I know has had this respiratory infection. Our office has been ravaged with it for the past six to eight weeks. I have been to the doctor myself three times (okay, one of those visits was for a sprained ankle and a cut that got pretty badly infected, but oddly enough I was starting to get sick that same day too). It pretty well wiped me out. I have stayed tired. Yeah, essentially, I was either in bed for all the right reasons or all the wrong reasons. I am trying to sound upbeat, but truth is, after several weeks of this - and its also being miserably cold - that I began to get more than a bit bummed out. I am starting to feel better. Energy is returning. Its still miserably cold!!!!! I HATE BEING COLD!!!! But, I promise to return. And I have a lot that I want to talk about. And hugs to everyone who wrote me. I haven't responded back to everyone yet, but I will.