Ran Out of Sex Toys

by Staff Writer

I’ve been laid up with excrutiating back pain all week. If I tell you how it happened (no, not sex) you’ll think me old. Hell, I’LL think me old! So, just let it go…

Nonfunctioning, with a miserable back and high on some terrific drugs I’ve managed to accomplish only three things:

- lots and lots of play with my new iBuzz Two
- dissecting and analyzing (to no avail) what transpired with Paul on Saturday. I’m still working on it. Tom Paine’s post “Deconstructing Sex” added a new perspective and much appreciated sensitivity to it. I’ll say that it didn’t turn out as lusty and sensual as we anticipated, and there’s much to tell.
- and remembering a sweet love (but forgetting most of the love and focusing on the brief moments of lust).


I miss him. I never see K anymore. We haven’t had sex in ages. The last intimate contact I remember is us clothed, lying on my sofa, making out like teenagers. He was holding my head on his chest. He wore jeans and a t-shirt; nothing that I could begin unbuttoning, I remember. We lay there, talking quietly to each other. I looked up to him and my nose brushed his cheek. I don’t recall our eyes meeting in some sappy romantic way. It was not “come hither” as Juno’s Look either. I remember just seeing his lips. And, I felt chills up and down my back when I remembered how incredibly they meshed with mine.

I am deliciously comforted that I can still sink into that feeling whenever I like. So, I did. We did. It was intimate and foreign all at once. My lips were warm and his were moist. They met as drawn to each other, and did not move for an instant. Then, they parted and we began the dance I love so dearly of our kiss. I traced his lips gently with my tongue. We tugged playfully at each other’s lips with our teeth. And our breath became heavy, engulfing the movements of our kiss. My hand moved from K’s chest to his neck, my thumb finding the softest place behind his ear as my fingers ran thru his hair. We touched each other more intimately on top of our clothing. Our legs became intertwined. I could feel his growing erection against my thigh. And then, I remember a pause. We went no further. We had no hall passes together.

That was a lovely memory. But it wasn’t enough as I lay there, fingers deep in my pussy, wanting to come before I fell back into a dreamy haze of pain pills.

Before we were on the couch, we were in the City together. A stolen winter evening for dinner. We had eaten on the upper balcony of a Chilean restaurant. The sangrias we drank warmed us as we walked arms around each other afterward. The only thing in my blurry mind was his last saucy email to me: hadn’t had a good blowjob in a long time.

I took him back to my car, opened the door, reclined the seat and let him in. He lay back as I walked around the other side. I took my coat off and slid into the seat. He already had his pants undone, laughing that I’d apparently chosen what I wanted for dessert.


I remember how cool the skin of his cock was. It was a cold night, after all. The skin was languid as I began my kisses and sucking of him. But, that lasted only seconds. I kissed his shaft, letting my tongue moisten and tease him. I gave the head long, lapping kisses with my tongue and lips. And, then I felt his hips move toward my face. I took his erect cock into my mouth. He guided my head over him, again and again. He pulled me up off his cock entirely, and I kept my lips taut so that he could push into me again. He paused more slowly this time, letting my tongue rub back and forth at his shaft as he removed it from my mouth. He controlled my movement and pace, but the power I had ran much deeper. I inhaled as he withdrew slowly from my mouth.

“Oh, god, what are you doing?” He pushed me back down on his shaft, holding my head there for a minute and I swallowed the tip of his cock in the back of my mouth. He pulled me off of him again and I inhaled once more.

“Oh, Lo.” He let go of my hair, giving me back control. I kept my fingers at the base of his cock and sucked gently again and again as I helped him recede from my mouth.

“Lo, I’m coming–” I felt him begin to quiver, keeping him in my mouth. I let my tongue play at the base of his cock and gently, very gently, sucked as he came. He let out a long, gutteral moan and grabbed my hair again. His grip was so tight that it was painful. I tried not to gasp as he finished. I drank the last sweet drop of his come and he pulled me away.

“God, what the hell were you doing? It’s never felt like that before…”

That’s what I need to come this afternoon. I want to feel power and submission, intertwined. I want to imagine not my clit as I rub it now, but the release his cock felt in that moment. I want to imagine the taste of his sweet come in my mouth. He tastes like no one else.

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7 Responses to “Ran Out of Sex Toys”

  1. tom paine Says:

    One of your best, Lola. Lucky is the man or woman who is the focus of your fantasies.

  2. Lola David Says:

    Thank you, Tom…

  3. John Says:

    Wow, hard to tell if that’s all toy-inspired fantasy or a real story. Regardless, I like to think of it as real. At least then I can imagine that something so grand happens to a lucky guy now and again. It’s thoughts like that, beautiful daydreams, that keep me going (hoping) through the realities of the life of a regular Joe (or John). Brava Lola, for resurrecting such daydreams.

  4. Lola David Says:

    All good fantasies are by-products of true experiences. I recently commented to a female blogger that I admire, “sometimes reliving the experience is more solace and bliss than the actual experience was.” Our mind is very skilled at recalling the most arousing, most breathtaking moments, and leaving out other silly little facts…

  5. La fille mariée Says:

    Lola, I loved this story… needless to say, it was extremely arousing. I could wish to be a man, and be able to fuck your talented, eloquent mouth.

    But even more, I love the comment that you may above this one. “Our mind is very skilled at recalling the most arousing, most breathtaking moments, and leaving out other silly little facts…”. That’s exactly it — what I’ve said before is that I interpret my experiences when I write about them — nothing is untrue, but it’s what I remember, how I saw and felt the facts. The specific details are less important.

  6. Lola David Says:

    Well, I think it goes without saying that I’m going to fantasize the hell out of that statement tonight LFM! Though with the bosom I’ve seen, you’re much more luscious as a woman. Perhaps you could take my mouth anyway…

    I love the rich and rawness of some bloggers out there and find myself fighting against interpretation sometimes…It’s a fine line between sharing your interpretations and drawing a roadmap for readers…hopefully I catch the latter in my edits.

  7. medy Says:

    i am speechless. u are the WOMAN!!!

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