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

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.

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.

Daylight Savings Time?

It has been Halloween since the Boyfriend has expressed any interest in me physically. In hindsight, I suppose I could have tried a little hard my own self to encourage him. To continue being candid though, I think I was okay with it. And I am not sure it is just me either. Wide Load has been less aggressive also; not as un-interested as the Boyfriend, but still less than his usual self. Why? Well, it could be that we all caught some rare sex-killing virus. But I think it is the damned time change. Am I the only one who hates it. It is nice that the sun is kind of sort of up when I am driving into the office for the day. It is depressing as hell that the sun is going down when I am finally driving home . . . well, to the gym. It feels so late. I do not have the energy to work out. The only thing that has changed is the time. What gives. I should be the same, but instead I just want to get a shower and go to bed for the night (not to get laid, so get your minds out of the gutter guys). I notice the crowd has thinned in the gym too. Wide Load says this is normal this time of year anyway. Why do we still change the clocks. And please will they either remove that feature on the electronic devices which automatically adjust your clocks for Daylight Savings Time or will the government get back to when it was supposed to be? Why did it get changed off its normal schedule anyway. It is bad enough that we have it, but to have it all screwed up just adds salt to the wounds. Okay, I did warn you that I can get bitchy.

Maybe I will wake the Boyfriend up with something special tomorrow?

Sex as a visual?

I have heard from more than one man that sex is very visual to them. I have always understood that and have played with it on more than one occasion. Re-reading my last post, I think it became even more apparent to me. I am giving Wide Load his blow job and I can see us in the mirror. I can get so wrapped up into what I am doing – how does he feel, is he enjoying it, am I doing it right – that I forget this simple thing. Sex is visual.

It may not be true to all men and I am not suggesting that it is. It is clearly true with Wide Load. Harley also. I would say it has been true for every Lover of mine. And, while the Boyfriend has never said, I am guessing that it is probably true for him as well given his reactions at times to different outfits like the witches costume on Halloween.

Sex for me is all about the feeling. What I want to feel changes which kind of sucks for my guys who want to know how to please me. But, on the whole, I like feeling submissive or, at the very least, that my Lover is dominant. Watching Wide Load and me in the mirror, I thought I looked so submissive on my knees for him, that he looked so powerful (which he is), and that I looked sexy for him. I think I enjoyed giving that blowjob more than any I have ever done.

Halloween Sex

I detest being cold. Give me sweat any time. All summer (Florida only has two seasons, summer and winter), I listen to people bitch about how hot it is. I love it. The hotter the better, I say. Right now, it is 51 degrees outside. I am in HELL. I am so cold and that is with the heater jacked up and me wearing layers of clothing.

Fortunately, Halloween was a lot warmer.

I had planned a fairly sedate Halloween. I was going to walk along with a girlfriend of mine while she took her two kids "trick or treating". I had not been since I was a kid and was looking forward to it. I was not planning on dressing up, but at the last minute her kids really wanted her to dress up too. She did not want to do it alone and called to beg me to dress up too; I guess thinking that she'd look less foolish if I was looking foolish right there beside her. She decided to go as GI Jane (her husband is on deployment in Afghanistan). It was hard to be creative at the last minute. I put on a short black dress, black nylons, heels, and borrowed a black hat from the neighors kids to go as a witch.

The Boyfriend seemed to like it. He asked, "are you a good witch or a bad witch". I responded with "I am a naughty witch". That was essentially the end of his come on, but I knew him well enough to know he was hoping to get laid later with me still in constume.

I am headed over to my girlfriends when, not really thinking, I call Wide Load on an impulse. It was not that unusual. I typically call him whenever I have a few minutes. I was not surprised that he was at the gym. When he learned I was in costume, he would not stop until I agreed to stop and show him. I had thought to stay outside, but he was having none of it and all but carried me inside. Inside, he did carry me and lifted me onto the counter for him to kiss while he stood between my spread legs. (Oh, in case you are wondering, the gym was closed, we were not performing in front of others, no one was there – Wide Load apparently gets a key to any gym he has ever belonged too). Standing between my legs, I could feel what he wanted. To be honest, I wanted it too. But I also knew what the Boyfriend was expecting later as well. Yes, I have fucked two guys in the same day and gotten away with it. But, I did not feel like pushing my luck. I could see the Boyfriend pulling off my panties and askng what this big load of cum was doing there. Wide Load was not one to push the issue. But I did not like the thought of leaving him like that either. I got off the counter and got down onto my knees for him. He knew what I was offering and he did not hesitate to lower his pants for me to suck his dick. One thing about gyms is that they have mirrors everywhere. Out of the corner of my eye, I could just see myself, in full witches gear, on my knees with Wide Load standing in front of me and his dick in my mouth. It was kind of sexy looking, I thought.

Mission accomplished, I rushed off to go "trick or treating". It was a blast and her kids were a delight. She lived in a fantastic "trick or treating" neighborhood. GI Jane and I were also a big hit everywhere.

I returned home to the Boyfriend. Some time had passed so I was not sure he would still be in the mood. It is like that with him. I guess though he really liked the costume (and please note it was entirely G rated, okay), because he asked if it was his turn for "trick or treating" when I walked in.

Biketoberfest Sex

I have been inundated with the question – “what happened at Biketoberfest”. Well, truth be told, it is a bit of a blur to me. Yes, I had a little bit to drink. Okay, maybe more than a little bit. :) I do not know how exciting I was – though Wide Load certainly did not complain any – but let me try to dig through the haze and pull out some details.

The second most frequently asked question was, “was I wearing panties”. Yes and no. Yes, I was wearing panties when the day began. No, I was not wearing panties by the end of the day. Wide Load was buying me drinks and driving me nuts by running his hands up my ass. It seemed like a brilliant idea to my beer addled brain to take my thong off when I went to the bathroom at some point and to surprise him with it by putting it into his hand. The fun I had surprising him, his laugh, and the kiss that followed made it all worth it. What I did not realize was that he had taken my thong and tied it around his sleeve, so basically the entire world could see that I was not wearing my panties any longer. I suppose that should also tell you how far gone I was to not have noticed for what was a very long time. And do not ask me – I do not know if I was or was not wearing them by the time of the pictures I posted. I seem to recall that as being fairly late into the day, so I am thinking I was going commando by then.

Now, as for did Wide Load get lucky? Wide Load was “lucky” the day he met me. :) I mean, after all, how many other women would dress the role for their man. But, as for did he score . . . well, duh? Slutty Catholic School Girl . . . add alcohol . . . the more correct question would be how often did Wide Load get lucky? A lot actually. Things began slow though. It kind of surprised me, but he was being the conservative one. I pulled him back to the truck at one point. I put him into the driver's seat, opened his pants, and straddled him. He slipped right inside of me like I was designed just especially for him to be inside. I was definitely without panties by this time and I can not tell you how much more naughty I felt walking around with his cum dripping out of me. Not much more happened until we left for where we were staying over-night. I tried to give him road head, but he stopped me. He apparently has had some bad luck with getting pulled over by the police. Never any tickets, but he says he just gets pulled over too much to risk it (he had stopped drinking hours earlier too for much the same reason whereas I was still feeling no pain). But I did get to torture him on the drive. I enjoyed it because I knew he would exact his revenge when we stopped. Which he did, time after time after time. :) :) :)

Slutty Catholic School Girl Uniform

I have been back and forth over whether to post this picture or not. Why? I do not know why. Probably for the same reason I get nervous every time I think about posting a picture. Okay, here goes:

Biketoberfest

This last weekend was Biketoberfest at Daytona Beach. Its been a while since I've gone. The Boyfriend, as you might have guessed, is not all that out-going. And Biketoberfest is all about being out-going. What's the point in going to the world's largest adult costume party if you are going to be timid and reserved? Wide Load joked about going – I played innocent like I had never gone before - but he said he thought it might be too wild for me. I came back saying I could slut up, but was not sure he would be able to handle it. (I have never told him about Harley. Truthfully, aside from this blog, I have very rarely every mentioned Harley to anyone, including the Boyfriend). What man is going to resist that challenge?

I will not get into how, but with a little creative thought, I was able to get away from the Boyfriend for the weekend. Suffice it to know that I was free to leave and come back when I chose too without concern of any questioning.

I met Wide Load out of town. When he pulled up in his truck, I got out of my car wearing a knee length jacket. It was kind of cute seeing the disappointment in his eyes. He had no clue what was under the coat and just assumed I gone conservative. I will admit that I was extremely nervous. I had actually purchased this particular costume planning on a trip with Wide Load in the near future. It was anxiety provoking enough to wear it with just him in the room – it was anxiety beyond compare to plan on wearing it walking down the street. So, what was it? He began driving and I began pulling off the coat; revealing me wearing a very slutty Catholic schoolgirl outfit. When he damned near wrecked the truck from watching me get the coat off, I knew I had succeeeded.

Coming Soon . . .

I have another road trip to make soon. Wide Load is supposed to join me.

"Business Trip" with Wide Load

I want to describe the entire trip, but I do not write that fast and there is so much to describe. Condense it? But then what do I include and, more importantly, what do I leave out? It was just a completely marvelous time. My favorite bits were probably the drive down and back and maybe just listening to Wide Load when he's into one of his funny rants. But those probably would not interest y'all nearly as much. I know what you want. : ) And there was an awful lot of that too. I am a very tender girl right now.

I will tell you about whatever moment comes to my mind first.

The first moment that comes to mind was when we were in the bathroom. I was wearing just my bra, no panties, looking into the bathroom mirror, and putting my face on. It was evening and we were thinking of going out for a few drinks. Wide Load came into the bathroom and, before long, he was standing up behind me chewing on my neck. I think I have mentioned a few times about just how much I love that! He does it so well too! It was incredibly erotic to watch him in the mirror, one hand snaking beneath my bra, another hand reaching down between my legs, his teeth gently nibbling at my neck, his fingers not so gently tweaking my nips, and his other fingers slipping inside of me. He got me all wet and began to rub my exposed nipples with my fluids from his wet finger. He would dip his finger back inside of me and bring it to my lips . . . for me to taste me. It made him happy and I never thought twice about it. I arched my back slightly to allow my butt to press into his crotch. He was hard. I expected him to bend me over the counter, but he had other ideas. He turned me around to kiss me, then he placed his hands onto my shoulders and gently – though insistently – pressed me down to my knees. It was okay, I liked his taking control and 'making' me do what he wanted. I obeyed and opened my mouth to take his dick between my lips. He still wasn't done. He put his hands into my hair and just held my head still. Then he began to set his own pace between my lips. He started slow . . . increasing his tempo . . . till he was full on fucking my mouth. Men have thrusted some between my lips; none have ever done this to me. I do not know what it says about me – but I loved it. I concentrated just on keeping my lips sealed as tight as I could around his shaft, no teeth, and my tongue just underneath him. He kept on like this and before long I tasted just a little something different. My man was getting ready to cum in my mouth. When he did, I just held him, his cum, between my lips, listening to him pant and, I swear, his legs even seemed to be trembling he came so hard. He pulled me up to my feet. Kissed me full on the lips. Wide Load is a very good boy and knows to kiss the girl who's willing to suck his dick! Then, he surprised me more. He lifted me onto the bathroom counter, himself dropping down to his knees, and he began to return the kindness. Oh my . . . Wide Load is very talented. Only that didn't end it either. After he had me screaming in an orgasm, he stood up to hug me and I saw that he was hard again. OH MY. He carried me to the bed, ordered me onto my hands and knees, with him standing at the edge of the bed. He smacked my ass, shoved his dick inside of me, smacked my ass again (what had I done wrong), then he fucked me hard and long. Wide Load tends to like to move me around a lot in the bedroom. Not this time. I stayed on my hands and knees and he just rode me. Sometimes he was pulling my hair, sometimes he was smacking my ass, sometimes he was holding my wrists behind my back, sometimes he was gripping my ass and pulling, but always he was fucking me. This went on for what seemed like forever, I suppose, thinking about it now, maybe because he had cum not that long before. In time, breathing heavy, he said he didn't think it was going to happen for him that time. I told him to "put it in my ass". No further encouragement needed there!!!! Seconds later, his dick is shoved fully inside of my ass and his hands are pulling my hair back. "Oh yes", I tell him, "pull my hair, fuck me until you're done with me. Don't let me stop". "Keep that up", he said. Anything for my man, I thought, then I proceeded to beg him to finish inside of me, that he's worn me out, but that my body is his and to not let me stop until he's done. If that does not make a man excited, then I got nothing. It obviously worked on Wide Load because he pulled my hair harder and fucked me harder as well. His body was just slamming into mine. When he released my hair, the force of his thrusts just buried me into the mattress. When he finally came, he just stood there behind me, keeping me still impaled on his length, me too tired to move as well. We stood there – he stood there, I was on my hands and knees - until he finally slipped out of me. Then we collapsed forward onto the bed, the both of us, his arm and leg laying across me. I was completely relaxed.

"Let's go anyway"

Sadness, I had to cancel with Wide Load. It is a bit of a long story. The short version is that issues came up for the people I was going to see and we needed to reschedule. I called Wide Load and he took it like a champ. Maybe when I go next, we agreed.

Joy, I am still going - kinda sorta. I am at the gym tonight, busy training, and trying not to appear too disappointed. Wide Load comes up behind me and asks if the whole world knew my trip had been cancelled. Just the office, I said, not really knowing where he was headed with this. "Let's go anyway", he said. Why not, I thought. More time together. More to write about too. :)

Name Change?

I am thinking Wide Load perhaps needs a new name.

The day that I first decided to write about Wide Load and his friends at the gym, I had been driving and was trapped behind several semi-trucks that had “wide load” banners across them. Wide Load and his friends created the same effect at the gym. When they were all congregated in the same area, there is no room to move around them. I guess because I am around them all the time, I never even thought that “wide load” could be taken as fat. Silly me. I was thinking about his shoulders which seem to go from one side of the room to the other.

And those shoulders are talented at holding me down for him to have his way with me.

I guess I could just call him "W". Any other suggestions for a name?

Hugs,
Rachel

Wide Load (Part 4)

I apologize for stopping where I did. I got myself seriously worked up remembering the evening and I needed some . . . ummmm . . . special alone time.

Wide Load had me folded up in two; my knees were up near my head and my ankles were way the Hell over my head. He kept on with no indication he was expecting to finish anytime soon. Hammering away at my opening, he smiled down at me. He changed positions, this time moving me to my knees on the bed, my face buried in the mattress, my ass up high for him. He continued to pummel my well used sheath.

He moved me again, this time pulling me off the bed. I was completely submissive at this point. I would have done anything – anything – he demanded of me. Pulling me off the bed, he pushed down gently on my shoulders. Compliant, I lowered down to my knees and opened my lips to accept him into my mouth. I swear to you, he actually gasped again when my lips wrapped around his length. His dick was covered in my juices. I could taste me on him. Creamy is the best I can describe it. I took him deep between my lips and immediately began bobbing my head along his length. I was thinking he wanted to cum in my mouth and if that was what he wanted, then I wanted to do that for him. He soon moved me again, pulling me to my feet and bending me over in front of the dresser mirror. I took hold of the dresser as he entered me again from behind. I lowered my head to the dresser top. He took hold of my hair then, pulling back, forcing my head up. I could see him looking at me in the mirror.

“I want to see your face when I cum inside of you”.

“Yes sir”, I said obediently.

He did not release my hair, but instead held onto it with both hands like they were reins or a mane and I was his prized mare. I gazed into his face. He was so intent. I could see him watching me; sometimes he was looking back at my face, sometimes he was watching his dick slamming into and out of me. The idea of him watching either one turned me on all the more.

“Talk to me”, he commanded.

I had already amazed myself at the things I had said; things I had never said before, so I did not hesitate to obey him.

“Cum in me . . . fuck me harder . . . do not stop . . . fill my hole . . . pull my hair harder (which he did!!!) . . . I want – I need – your cum in me . . . make me drip with you cum . . . ride me like you own me . . . fuck me . . . watch me . . . watch your dick fucking me . . . I can feel your dick sliding inside of me, you can see see it too . . . watch my face when you cum inside of me . . . tell me when you are getting ready to cum . . . please tell me . . . “

He told me.

“Soon”, he said.

“Tell me”, I pleaded, staring at his face in the mirror, “tell me what you're getting ready to do”.

“I am getting ready to explode inside of you”.

“Please tell me more”, I said.

“I am going to cum in you . . . I am going to fill my slut up with my cum”.

Oh My God, I thought immediately, he just called me his slut. I beamed. I loved it.

“Yes, I am your slut, pump me full . . . pleeeeeeeeeease”.

And then he did.

Wide Load (Part 3)

“Tell me what you want”, I said floating and looking up at him, “just say it”.

I do not know what I expected. I do not know why I had said it. I was like I was just riding the waves then and going where the motion took me.

“I want you”.

“How?”

“I want to feel you underneath me and I want to look into your eyes when you open yourself and I enter you for the very first time”

“I think we might can arrange that”, I said back as I put my feet down finally. I took his hand in mine and lead him towards the steps out of the pool. Kissing him again on the pool deck, I handed him a towel and asked if he would please wait a few moments.

I went inside, drying my own self off, then went into my parent’s room. I wanted to dry my hair at least some and brush it out at least a bit. I got out of the wet suit and hung it up to dry. Standing there naked, I looked in the mirror trying to see what he was going to be seeing in just a moment. I could not believe he was actually interested in me. I say that, but at the same time, something about the way he talked to me made me feel so incredibly beautiful and sexy. I was soaking wet . . . and I do not mean from the pool.

Choosing to remain naked, I padded in my bare feet to the spare room. I wanted to make sure it looked okay. The spare room was actually my room; or maybe I should say that it used to be my room. The room was spotless. I lit a candle. Taking a deep breath, I left the room. It was time.

Wide Load was standing in the living room. He had removed his wet shorts and was wearing the towel wrapped around his waist. I swear he looked like an ancient warrior or gladiator. I tried very hard not to self-consciously cover my breasts with my hands when I came into the room. This is not to say that I was not feeling self conscious. Oh God was I ever. I hope I can always remember the look on his face when he saw me. He was beaming.

I held out my hand for him to take and for me to lead him to the bed. Entering, I closed the door. I have no clue why I closed the bedroom door on an otherwise empty house. He remained standing where I left him beside the bed. I walked back over to him and lowered myself down to my knees. Removing his towel, I saw for the first time what lay beneath. Okay, I suppose you will want particulars. He was not huge. I was a bit worried that he might be, given that he was so freaking huge everywhere else. Basically, average size; a little bigger than some, not as big as others maybe. More importantly, when I opened my mouth to take him inside, he fit perfectly.

It is hard to describe what was going through my mind. I wanted to please him. I guess wanting to please him sums it up what I was thinking and feeling about the best. He gasped softly when I first slipped my lips around his length. I took that to mean he liked what I was doing.

If he had asked me too, I would have stayed right there on my knees taking care of him. I have to say though I was not disappointed when he moved me to the bed.

“Promise me you’ll finish that later”, he asked.

“I promise”, I said smiling, thinking he was enjoying himself and already plotting on when to finish him with just my mouth.

He laid me onto the bed. I did not hesitate to spread my legs for him, inviting him to slip into me. He kissed me while still on his knees, his body not yet fully covering mine, his dick just kissing my lowermost lips. He pulled his face back a bit, rested himself upon his elbows, then his eyes just seemed to dive into mine. He held them there while he adjusted himself at my opening. A moment later, he was inside of me.

I can feel myself starting to get wet again just by thinking about it and saying, “he was inside of me”.

If everything to this point could be described as “How to Romance Rachel”; then everything after this point would have to be described as “How to Fuck Rachel”. Wide Load rode me slowly at first; thrusting into me with slow firm strokes. He alternated between kissing me passionately to staring deep into my eyes while his dick stroked inside of me to burying his teeth into my neck until I squealed. He increased his pace inside of me and demanded more from my body. He took my hands into his wrists and pushed them both over my head; then stared down into my face while he continued to fuck me hard.

“What”, I asked.

“Nothing, I like looking at you”.

It made me self-conscious, but turning my head to avoid his gaze only made my neck a direct target again. I asked him, “what do you see”.

“I see an amazing woman underneath me”.

“Where, I thought I was the one underneath you”, I said teasing him back.

“Careful, that might earn you a spanking”.

“Promise”. What is it with me? Am I insane or do I just love to be spanked?

At that stupid remark, he promptly pulled back and out, grabbed my legs, flipped me over, and pulled my ass back until I was kneeling, then he pushed himself right back inside of me. I love this position. However, it also exposes my ass. He did not hesitate in smacking my cheek hard. Yes, I squealed.

He did not stop with just the one smack either. I know my ass cheek had to be bright crimson. He said, “I'm not stopping until you make up for that remark”. He must have heard me thinking it because I do not think I actually said anything – how was I supposed to make up. “Tell me you're an amazing woman”.

“I'm an amazing woman”, I said panting into the pillow, and then I ad-libbed, “who loves having your dick inside of me”. I am not typically a talker in the bedroom. I could not believe the string of filth that flowed from my lips that night. I begged him to keep fucking me, to use me, to cum in me, to keep spanking me, to treat me like a bad girl, to make me do whatever he wanted.

Wide Load needed very little encouragement.

When he was ready for me to be in a different position, he simply moved me there; sometimes just pulling, sometimes bodily lifting and tossing me. We were standing on the side of the bed, me bent over it, hanging onto the mattress, while he gripped my flaming ass cheeks and pounded me from behind, when he apparently decided he wanted me on my back again. He pulled out, then lifted me and tossed me onto the bed. I will admit it. I loved it. I loved being tossed and moved to where he wanted me; him just putting me to where ever he wanted me. He then did this thing I had not had done before. He was on his knees between my spread legs, he lifted my ankles into the air, then crossed them, before he entered me again. He rode me like this for a while before he then took each ankle, uncrossed them, and then lifted far over my head, I think they were touching the mattress above my head. What is it with me and wanting to fold me up – who cares – I love it. He pressed his entire body down onto mine with me folded up underneath him, powerless to whatever he wanted. I have never been with a man so big and powerful. Harley was big. Harley was strong. Wide Load was just more. I think that is the thing about Wide Load. Whatever you compare him too, he is just more. I can not begin to describe what it was like, although I am trying, to have such a big and incredibly powerful man demanding pleasure from my body.

Almost done – A littlle bit more to go.

Wide Load (Part 2)

We get to mom’s and I fumble with the key to get in the front door. Mom and dad had gone away again for the weekend. My mind was a whir not knowing what to do, what to say, or what to expect. I invited him inside and showed him around. Mom and dad’s house is very nice. I showed him the pool, then I went to get changed. I keep a swimsuit at mom’s; a very non-sexy one-piece. Hey, its my mom and dad’s house, okay. I debated briefly about coming out of the bedroom naked . . . or maybe wearing a cool whip bikini like the girl in the movie Harley always liked to watch . . . but I also remembered the guy she came out for turning her down flat cold . . . yeah, not something I needed to experience . . . so I went with the one-piece.

Wide Load was very appreciative. If I had not already been blushing at walking out in my bathing suit, I would have been with all of his compliments. I tried to just thank him and lead him out to the pool. It was about now that I finally wondered what he was going to wear. He was way ahead of me. He apparently wears special shorts under his pants on squat days and he had left them on for just this reason. However, he neglected to mention any of this to me beforehand.

I said something about did he have shorts with him.

He said “no, I’d planned on going commando”; at which point he began peeling off his clothes. I have never described Wide Load, have I? There is “big”. There is “really big”. Wide Load is “OMG Big”. 5’11”, 268 lbs (I asked him later so I would get this part right). It is hard to say now which shocked me more; standing there looking all of that muscle or thinking that he was going to be dropping his pants next. Okay, yeah, I was excited too. Before he pulled down his sweats, he asked me if I wanted him to stop. I said “no”, at least I think I said “no” . . . I opened my mouth to say “no”, but nothing may have actually come out.

“Turn around then”, he said.

I did not see the point, but he was pretty insistent. He wanted to get in the water first, then I could get in, he said. ??? Just consider how much my head was whirring before you laugh at me for actually turning around as he told me too. Of course, I was with it enough to try to catch his reflection in the glass doors. Not much success, but I was trying.

I heard, and kind of saw, him pulling down his sweats. I did see him toss them over my shoulder towards the house. Then, before I could react, even with me trying to watch his reflection, he grabbed me from behind and lifted me up into the air. He carried me towards the pool and, yes, I squealed like a girl – but I am a girl!!!.

“I thought you wanted to go in first!!!” My arms had a death grip around his neck.

“Change of plans”, he said, before jumping, taking both his ass and my ass into the deep end of the pool. It's been killer hot here, so I can thank God that the water was not ice cold to enter. Didn't stop me from squealing like a girl again . . . while he laughed . . . all the way into the water.

Surfacing, I shouted at him, and not about the fact that he had thrown me into the pool, “you got shorts on!!!” (Okay, I peeked when we hit the water). I splashed him, to which I promptly went flying through the air again what with his grabbing me and throwing me high up into the air.

I swam around him, dodging him, and tried to push him under. It was a bit like me trying to move a semi-truck; was not going to happen. Same result as before, I went flying again.

This went on for a bit until I surfaced behind him and jumped on his back, my arms again gripped around his massive neck. I say neck. He did not really have a neck. His shoulders and traps were so massive that his neck just disappeared into all the muscle. Nevertheless, I wrapped my arms around something. In my feeble brain, his back seemed like a safe place to be.

“Time out”, I yelled, laughing my own self. I suppose, in hindsight, he was acting a bit like a little boy he likes a girl; instead of being nice to her, he picks on her. I was not thinking any of that at the time. I just needed a breather. It is surprisingly tiring getting tossed around like that.

“You had shorts on all the time”, I chastised him.

“You are so gullible its adorable”, he laughed, at which point he essentially just shrugged and I went spinning around to be in front of him, my arms still around his neck. We were now almost face to face.

And then he kissed me.

I could not say how long I floated there in his arms, arms around him, the two of us kissing and the two of us talking about nothing in particular. I can only say that it was the most relaxed I think I have ever felt. Is it possible to be relaxed and excited at the same time?

I looked at him.

I said, ““Tell me what you want. Just say it”.

I was not saying I was going to do it. To be honest, I do not know what I meant.. I just wanted to hear him say what he wanted to do with me. Make sense?

(To be continued . . . I am sorry if I am boring some with all the bits which led up to the naked stuff, but this part also means a lot to me. Next time, promise).

Hugs,
Rachel

Wide Load

The last thing in the world I wanted to do was work out at the gym. It was Friday. It had been another long miserable week. I simply did not have the energy. Being the dutiful gym newbie though, I drove myself to the last place in the world I wanted to be. I told myself that I would just get through it and then go home to be a couch potato the rest of the night. I was thinking about even having ice cream. And a really big bowl of it too. I really like ice cream Uninspired, I drug my fat ass inside the gym. Wide Load yelled his “hey”. He was sitting on a bench near the squat rack. I went over and sat beside him.

“Motivate me”, I told him, “I have no energy and even less desire to be here today”.

“Sorry Rach,” he said back, “I’m the wrong guy for you today. It's leg day and there is always a good reason not to do squats.”

I smiled and threatened that I was just going to leave then.

“Great, where are we going . . . and will there be beer”.

“Mom’s house, there’s a pool and there's beer . . .if you like Corona”.

“I love Corona, let’s go. How’s Mom going to feel about me drinking her beer”.

“Mom’s not going to be there”.

I do not think it possible for me to ever forget his smiling response.

“God loves me, he really does”. At that, he was up, had his bag slung across his shoulder and was herding me towards the door.

I do not understand me some days. I was not intending to be bad. My 'being bad' was going to be limited to a 'big bowl' of ice cream later that night. I was really looking forward to that ice cream. I know - nobody will believe me. I was just playing around. I was. Really. And yeah, I ended up being very bad.

To be continued . . .

The Dangers of Drunk Texting

Oh My God.

I went into the gym yesterday more than a bit nervous about my textual indiscretion from Saturday. I kind of hoped it would be dead inside the gym since most places were closed Monday and I kind of hoped I could just get it over with today. Waiting is Hell. My anxiety peaked when I saw there were almost no parking spaces the gym was sooooo packed. I tried to walk my personal Green Mile as casually as possible, without a care in the world, while the empty space inside my stomach just grew and grew. My dread was for naught because Wide Load had gone to train at another gym that night. Apparently this is something most of the wide loads do to stave off boredom. Great, I thought, I get to dread that first face-to-face for another twenty-four hours.

Or so I thought!!!!

I get an email today . . from Primo.

He wrote, “have I blown my opportunity forever or is there still a chance?”.

What “opportunity”, I asked him with an empty space growing in my stomach.

“Me and your boyfriend turning you into a sandwich”.

OH MY GOD!!!

I had not texted Wide Load – I had texted Primo.

What had I texted? I had deleted everything when Sunday when the alcohol finally left my system. What had I written? I was trying desperately to recall.

“The Boyfriend would probably balk”, I emailed back.

“Then we’ll find someone else”.

“Um, I don’t know that I could. I was really drunk on Saturday”.

“No problem. We’ll just get you 'really drunk' again”.

Oh My God. I do not know if he was just torturing me with his teasing or if he was really being serious.

And what did I text Wide Load?