Vaginal Trials

Getting tested is never an easy thing, but it is the ring of fire we must go through for our past actions...some which we may have regretted.

It's really the one thing that we can NOT try to weasel our way out of. The one thing that we must take accountability for, At least in my opinion.

So yes I have a new sex partner, maybe even a dating partner...not sure of the actual specifics of terminology...and yes I am playing things that way. She makes me feel fuzzy and more importantly she makes me cum like no one has ever before..the energy being passed between the both of us is an out of body experience.

I can talk about how amazing she is all day but after amazing sex, after a plethora of amazing orgasms over and over again and as I lay in silk lingerie on my bed after she has left, reality sinks in.

The one good thing about her is her honesty. Before we even slept together the second time (yes the first was a bit drunk but still hot! see my blog Animalistic for those details) we had discussed our sex partners and the last time we were tested. I started the conversation outright once I realized that what I thought was a one-night stand could turn into regular sex! GREAT sex at that! I had been tested more recently than her back in May after a possible scare from one ex-fuck buddies imagination. Now you know WHY that one was fired!

We slept together a few more times, more than I have ever slept with someone since I am super famous for One Night Stands. That makes me sound more like Debbie Does Dallas but I'm really a good girl, I've just haven't met anyone that I wanted to do a repeat with. Though in the interest of my health, I do have a policy that with all new sex partners, whether it is a one time thing or on the regular, I get tested.

So on Monday morning, I headed over to the Fort Greene Department Of Health in Brooklyn and got it all done.

I know we are all there because we are being responsible...or realize that we weren't, but it is the most daunting and awkward position when you first enter the room, take your number, and sit down. You are instantly being stared at, and judged. Sitting in this sea of collective judging, the criteria are based on class, status and appearance, and as you are sitting down, you yourself are scanning the area looking at everyone who is staring back at you. The hospital white walls make the wait even more pleasant and uncomfortable.

You notice that most of the patrons are starting at the flatscreen television watching Safe Sex programming and instructions on how the STD clinic works. As you look clearly, and into the heart of it all, you realize that they are all reflecting on their lives and mistakes while using the television as a diversion. I guess that is truly the American way.

It is then that you realize you forgot all about the urine test. You realize that after your morning pee session, you didn’t drink anything because you were rushing to get out of the apartment. You remember that you have performance anxiety about peeing in public, and there are a lot of kids…A LOT. You see a water fountain surrounded by an obnoxious child in equally obnoxious pigtails who won’t give it up and you become self-conscious about taking so many trips up to the water fountain. You attempt to rationalize to yourself that all the shots in the world and relevant STD’s have no standing on urination. You realize you are on a tight budget this week and can only afford Metrocard fare to get to and from your destination rather than the big bottle of water that you so desperately need. You also realize that you will have to make a conscious decision to become the “weird” girl in order to complete your task. You NEED water intake!

They call my number finally and after that I only wait a few short minutes before they call me again to get registered. I am handed the dreaded cup, bulb syringe and container to put my finished pee in. I gather some strength, have a huge gulp of water at the fountain and head towards the bathroom.

Is it at this time where every mother and their child decide to come in, and everyone is loud. My performance anxiety over peeing is at its peak, and there is nothing releasing itself from my body. I frequently get out of the stall to let other people use it and when they look at me weird, explain to them that I can't pee and am waiting. I mean at this point my strange behavior owed them at least some sort of explanation, since I was in there for some time. When all the mothers and screaming children had left, the only cup that i had to drink from was the pee cup..and NO I did NOT pee in it while drinking. I started loading up the cup from the sink and the only water coming out of the sink was warm water. So as I am doing warm water shots over and over again, walking in and out of the stalls, walking in and out of the bathroom to walk around, going back, doing more shots, back in the stall, trying not to think about her because i end up getting aroused and want to do something else in the bathroom and then having something else coming out that would not be pee...it was a whole struggle between me and my vagina and with extreme time constraints.

After my lecherous adventures in vaginal turmoil and purgatory, the water shots finally gave in and I was able to fill the container. Who cares about a shot after going through that battle! I instantly felt relaxed and sat back down, not having a care in the world as to who was judging me for my time gone. I could now sit, stare at a wall and eavesdrop.

There was the queer butch who was going to jail (and who was checking me out) in the next week with her friend, a mother to a child that would not stop touching the water fountain...most importantly with her lollipop. Her other friend that talked loudly on her cell phone right next to the sign that said "NO CELL PHONES", which I thought was the definition of irony. The group of 18 year olds who ended up leaving because waiting was apparently too much for them. The girl on the swim team who was there for a physical (she didn't talk but it was apparent), and the girls who were so into their own world that when there number was called like 15 times, THEN decided to get up and walk very very very very slowly. There were other random people, but quite forgettable to be honest.

About 4 hours after I walked into those hospital white walls and sat down. I am called into the little room or as I like the call it “The room of the potential nervous breakdown” and present my ID to the nice woman attending me. Confirmed Negative for HIV once again and I am relived. Though, I honestly wasn't worried this time because I do take caution and take care of myself, but it's always better to be safe then to be sorry.

I get my results printed out and walk out of the clinic feeling so rejuvenated, I rush back home to wait for many good things that arrived at my doorstep that evening.

In conclusion, yes my vagina and I battled today, I won...of course because I always do...but damn at least if I write ANYTHING in this blog, it's to remind me to drink water !!!

Compacted Energy

I'm addicted to her orgasm....

It's like one of those Hadouken that Ryu throws from those Street Fighter video games. It's this ball of contained and compacted energy...it glows yellow, like a firefly.....it's this orb like substance that floats above her, growing more and more with the passion that lies between our sheets.

It starts off in her mind, the wanting, the needing, the suckling of my flesh. She bites me, marks me, bruises me, scratches me, pushes me, and ravages my body. The more and more she is on top of me, penetrating, filling, piercing, puncturing and entering, the more I see the glowing yellow ball start to descend like a ball floating downwards on a typical New Year's Eve at Times Square.

As we move about in our elaborate passionate fucking, I see the ball drop further and further towards her dick. The ball encompasses her beautiful naked body and makes her glow as well....I feel it more and more, getting closer...oh so close.

By now, I start to glow a feverish red...the yellow and red mesh together as one creating a luscious orange. We are as one for that very moment leading towards orgasm...and it's not going to stop anytime soon. We fuck and fuck and fuck and by now the ball situates itself as the base of her cock. It begins to spin....and quickly picks up speed.....it's spinning furiously as she tells me how hot and tight my pussy is for her....my pussy becomes her addiction, one that she reveals in small increments.

Her movements become rapid as she gets close, I push all my energy into my clit to let her know it is time. We go for broke, pushing all are energies together, all our colors, our passion, ourselves....the spinning ball curves backwards, ready to unleash hell at it's target....my clit now burning, begs for mercy.

It charges and then it hits me, like a freight train...like a roller coaster after it climbs all the way up ready to charge down at the bottom. My body is thrown aback by the feeling and tightens up as my own orgasm envelops my body. The orange aura of our sexuality begins to resemble the colors of a rainbow turning every shade of red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. We stop for a second as our eyes meet and stare at one another...it is a pause of a few seconds that feels like a lifetime.

We keep going after that...only to see where the journey will take us again.

Animalistic

She mounts me as I lay on the glitter covered floor. We had been making out all night and it was time to take it to the next level. I feel a finger enter my pussy and feel around. I almost began to scream for another finger as she pulls it out and lowers her head. Her tongue envelopes my clit in a way where I have never felt before. I begin to moan in ecstasy as her mouth begins to suck my circle of pleasure. My hands clasp the dirtied black floor and my nails begin to dig into the glitter surrounding us. As my hands carve away, as my arms begin to tighten up, as my legs begin to spread wider, she knows I am ready.

At first I feel it, just a tiny bit, as her 10 inch cock enters my body, and enter it all it did. Her rocking movements were in perfect harmony with my hungry body. We fuck for what seems like hours, moving about, changing positions. She gets off on my tight pussy and begins to tell me so while alternating that from how badly she has wanted to be inside me from the moment we met 5 months ago. My mind races as she tells me this. I know it's a heat of the moment conversation, I know it's not real, it's only a dream, but for now it's what I need.

I remember when we first met vividly. I was working the door at a theater and mistook her for being a part of a large reservation of teenagers. It was then that I looked at her again and realized she looked a bit older than 15. I laughed to myself for making such a silly mistake and when she passes me by again, I struck up a conversation that began with an apology. We talk and there is something, but nothing that I wanted to actively pursue...or did I?

I see her around every so often, and the more I see her, the more I want her inside me. There was this raw, aggressive, quality about her that I needed. I wanted a pounding that would leave me with bruises the next morning. I wanted it rough. I noticed more and more that she was checking me out, and in my feeble attempts at playing the field, I ignored them....but I still saw it. The glance, the once over, the eyes carefully peeling off my clothes with my every move. It was then that I realized how intricately I moved my body when she was around.

Now, just right now, she is inside me. I still move my body and pay close attention to the details. She pulls me close to her as I begin to cum for the first time with her and makes these sounds that were so raw and deliciously animalistic.

She was like an animal in complete heat, fucking me with a fervor that I have longed forever to experience, yet she doesn't overshadow my pleasure with her own, she makes sure I cum for her, she makes sure that her kitty sings a beautiful song in her honor. She turns the kitten in me into a roaring lion.

Afterwards I am swept away, but not interested in anything remotely relating to a relationship or love. I am addicted to her incredible sexual prowess and it's like a drug. I even had symptoms of withdrawal the next day, almost writing about in pain because I needed my next fix. She is my crack, my cocaine, my heroin....and I want to use it until it has satisfied me. I guess this is what it truly means to be in lust.