shower scene

My friends say that I am like a sailor with ex lovers all over the world. While it’s not entirely so, I do still keep in touch with most of the men I once fu.., fancied.

I visited my Special Ex who has recently moved to another state. He is special because we were dating for a couple of years, on and off, but most off all, we are really good friends. He is the one guy who got to know the real Coquette. With him I am completely natural and myself. We are a good match. And the sex is pretty good, very comfortable and natural - typical “sex in slippers.” This, obviously, is not what I am looking for, hence his “ex” status.

I haven’t seen him for two months, so we decided to go on a trip together. I flew in while he was at work and on my way from the airport he joined me on the train. Not the most romantic way to greet a special person, but we’re close friends, so it’s okay. He looks good… More athletic every time I see him, wearing elegant pants showing his nice ass, and a confident yuppy smile on his face.

Just like teenagers we started making out right there on the train. Which always draws a lot of attention. Imagine this: a beach blonde dressed in pink, deep cleavage and tight pants in a sea of gray and black suits making out with a proper-looking Asian man in a predominantly white city. We always get the looks, but we rarely care.

We arrived in his apartment and he decided to change into some more comfortable clothes. I sat on his bed, packed a pipe and watched him undress. He knows how much I like it, so did it slowly, while we talked and smoked. This is what we love doing together. Did I mention he has the nicest ass I’ve ever seen? Very firm with those two “dimples” on each side (you know what I mean?). I could never keep my hands off of this perfect ass! 

We ended up in the shower together, me and my perfect hair and make-up, which took me twice as long that morning. Oh, whatever! Ruining it was totally worth it.

Special Ex studied my body carefully and said: “I see you’ve been working out?” And this is the kind of comment you wait for and hope for when you kill yourself in the gym. He deserved a good blowjob for that.

I slowly lowered myself to my knees and grabbed his hard cock… Perfect shape and perfect size for a some deepthroat action. I pulled the skin and exposed his shiny head. Oh… It’s like unwrapping a Christmas gift - always makes me so excited! I grabbed his perfect, firm butts, few fingers massaging his perineum and I slowly moved towards his sweet pucker… Of course I did not forget about my favorite toy - the balls! There’s something very comforting about being so familiar with his cock. He was in heaven, and I had fun. Somehow, I really enjoy making him happy.

“Your blowjobs are perfect…” That’s all he managed to mutter.

I sent him a big smile showing full self-satisfaction. Water pouring down his body and dripping from the tip of his cock made the whole scene incredibly funny and given my hazy state of mind I could not remain serious and focused. Well, it’s not the best idea to laugh hysterically while holding a cock in your hand…

“Bitch! Stand up.” He lifted up one of my legs, supporting it with his arm and skillfully slipped inside me. I was losing my balance, so I grabbed the rail supporting the shower curtain and rested the other foot where the soap used to be. He fucked me so hard that the water was splashing all over, outside the shower. The echo of my screams resonated in the big empty bathroom.

Then he let me go, turned me around, pressed me against cold tiles and entered again from behind. Now, that was fun! The shower gel spilled and made the floor extremely slippery and I kept losing my balance, but he held me tight and wouldn’t let me go until he was about to cum.

“May I cum on your face?” How sweet! I lowered myself back on my knees and a moment later felt warm drops all over my cheeks and neck. Why doesn’t it feel naughty anymore? He quickly washed my face, pulled me up and gave me a deep kiss on my lips. The he hugged me really tight and we stayed like that for a moment.

As I was getting ready to leave the shower room and dry myself, he grabbed me and said: “I am not done with you yet.” He carried me to the bed, wet and dripping water. I protested a bit, until I felt his full, soft lips between my legs.

Yes! That’s what I really wanted! He is soooooo good at sucking my pussy! As good as The Best One. My Special Ex knows all my special spots. He learned how to please me in the most amazing way. I was in for an amazing ride. An hour later I was so drained that I just rolled over and fell asleep.

And when I woke up, he was there looking at my face and gently stroking my hair. “You’re an amazing woman. And I will always love you.”

So much love in my sex life recently.

Sex and the City - My Review

So, finally I saw the movie. I was so excited about it, because I loved the TV series. But the movie… huge disappointment!

The reason why I liked the TV show (on HBO, not the heavily censored version on daytime TV) is that it was really entertaining, maybe a bit unreal and overly glamorous, but somehow I could relate to the lives of the four single women in a big city. I loved Miranda’s cynical and sarcastic remarks, Carrie’s crazy lifestyle, Charlotte’s faith in true love, and Samantha’s non-apologetic me-first attitude.

And the movie… well, I’m sad to admit that it turned out to be yet another romantic comedy with a happy ending. The wit and cynicism are not there, the storyline is painfully predictable, and Mr. Big is not sexy anymore.

Last week I saw Harold and Kumar - Part 2, and much as I dislike stupid American comedies, I gotta say I enjoyed the adventures of two stoners much more than the sugar-sweet sequel to my once favorite TV show.

Sex and a different City

Just came back from my long weekend trip… yes, it was longer than just the weekend, but hey, I am European, we’re spoiled, we don’t consider weekend to be long unless it’s at least 5 days of total laziness.

But I am exhausted now, and that means the weekend was fun for Coquette…

Tonight is the opening night of Sex and the City (at least where I live). Five minutes after midnight, so I guess it’s technically tomorrow. I’ve been waiting for this day to come, and it finally did, and what a surprise! ON MY BIRTHDAY!

So, I’m one year older and still loving this silly show about cynical women hoping that despite everything, they can be happy with men.

first love

Ha-ha! my Puppy Love is not such a puppy anymore! he’s one hot piece of ass! Hot, but as different as it gets from men I usually get attracted to. first of all, he is my age, which is already unusual for me, because I generally stay away from men before 30 — it’s just too much immaturity and drama! He’s also not the usual — hmm…, how do I say it and not sound snobbish? — the intellectual type. He’s a typical Euro yuppe, big time. He spends a lot of time in a gym and with people who make weightlifting their only life goal. And lastly, we grew up together, he still lives in my hometown and he is an epitome of a man from my country, but I won’t go there.

Sooooo….. yes, I could not resist. I fucked My Puppy Love and it was… a unique experience!

First we have drinks and a cute conversation about the past. I can see he’s getting frustrated and can’t wait to get what he wants. When we goet to the hotel room, he says: “I have something special for you, straight from Amsterdam! And something special for me, too…” He’s a big fan of E, so look into his eyes and I’m right. So, we’re sitting there, smoking and chatting casually. We agree that it’s a very weird feeling to be here together, after all these years, anticipating something that we were both so curious about thirteen years ago.

I look at him and admire the outline of his wonderful muscles underneath his T-shirt. I get up, stand behind his chair, reach down along his belly and slowly roll his shirt up, exposing his perfectly shaped chest and arms. He has a tattoo on his upper back, some Gaelic word in the shape of an arch stretching from one shoulder to the other. I am touching it gently with the tips of my fingers and I see his ears turn red. Yes! I remember that! Thirteen years ago he reacted like that to my gentle kisses…

I touch his ears with my lips and take a deep breath — he still smells the same. This smell brings up incredible memories. That’s my favorite smell of a man’s skin. So difficult to express in words… I’m kissing him all over his neck, ears, cheeks and finally we connect in a passionate kiss. He stands up and hugs me really tight and we continue kissing for quite some time. He lifts me up and slowly brings me to the bed. We can’t stop kissing even for a moment. He’s becoming more and more passionate and slightly more forceful. He’s touching my hands and playing with my hair. I feel like I’m in heaven, but when I try to interrupt the kiss and get some air, he doesn’t let me.

Then finally I open my eyes and see his face just above mine. His cute smile disappeared. Now he looks extremely focused. His eyes seem more serious, his pupils obviously dilated. I feel his strong arms pressing my wrists down to the bed. I can’t move even if I tried, but I don’t. He is looking at me and breathing heavily, in regular intervals, almost like an animal a moment before an attack. What happened to the sweet Puppy Love? From between his clenched teeth I hear him utter the word bitch, but in my native language…

That really hit me — words like that in English seem only half as powerful to me. Through a filter of a foreign language everything seems less direct. But this time I really feel how harsh this word sounds in my language. He makes it sound even harsher.

He keeps repeating this one word — bitch — in between his deep breaths. And the way he looks at me… his eyes seem so cold, so focused, so scary! It’s now that I realize that nobody really knows I was with him in that tiny hotel outside the city. Why did he choose this place anyways? He could easily hurt me and I wouldn’t be able to stop him. His physical strangth is enormous. What if he’s no longer this sweet Puppy Love he seemed to be and what if he was just playing sweet to get me where I am now? I got really really scared and almost paranoid, the more so when he suddenly put his hand on my breasts, grabbed my blouse and ripped it open. I could hear the buttons hitting the wall. My favorite blouse! I didn’t utter a single word. He covered mouth with his hand. I lose my confidence…

I feel too weak to do anything. But maybe not too weak, maybe even a bit fascinated by what’s happening? Scared for sure, but somehow I love every second of this game, this uncertainty, almost fear. For sure he isn’t one of my usual lovers: the only slightly preverted intellectual type. He is pure physical strangth.

He allowes me to catch a breath and I mutter a sweet “c’mon, stop.” He immediately orders “Be quiet, no more talking, you talk too much…” He lifts up my bra exposing one breast and immediately grabs the nipple with his teeth. It hurts, but I don’t want him to stop altogether. I don’t think he would anyways, so I just endure, and then slowly enjoy the pain. Then he uses the tip of his tongue to tease my nipple, which is red and sensitive now. I feel I can’t wait any longer, I really want to feel him inside me!

The relief is instantaneous. His hard cock fits me perfectly. He’s forceful, but not violent. I can sense that’s his style. I feel safer now. One firm stroke after another… oh, I needed that! I grab his firm butts with my hands and pull him closer and deeper inside me. Now I really feel the full force of his physical strength, but now combined with this amazing excitement that we both share, this feeling of incredible intimacy…

He fucks me really long and hard, shifting positions as he pleases. I kinda enjoy being so submissive with him.

He allowes me to top him and now I can use his thick cock for my own pleasure. I ride him so hard and fast that all my muscles begin shivering and drops of sweat trickling down my back and between my breasts. Suddenly we hear a crack and pieces of wood falling on the floor. We start laughing, but we can’t stop now, even when the bed is falling apart. He turns me around and enters me again from behind, his arms around my neck and his cheek next to mine. I feel so very good…

And then I realize why I like this position so much. I’ve always had and until now I falsely interpreted it as a kind of submission game. Back in our mid-teens, we spent hours cuddling like that, him on top of me kissing my neck and ears. And that was all, here was our limit. That was one of my first erotic experiences and it’s still pretty vivid in my memory. More so than many others that happened afterwards.

We stay like that for a while. I feel his weight on my back, his warm breath on my neck and… his hard cock inside me, his hips moving just slightly.

I finally turn around, open my eyes and look into his, and… I see something different now, I feel different — some unusual warm sensation deep inside my chest. As if he grabbed and squeezed not my breast, but… my heart. I am so shocked by this feeling. I feel his heart pounding hard right above mine. I whisper: “It feels so… real.” To my surprise he replies softly: “I know what you mean.”

We hug and he whispers: “You’re my first love, Coquette, and you’ll always be.” I started crying happy tears. He touched the softer side of me. Can you believe that?

to be continued.

sexual nationality

Here’s yet another thing I stole from a fellow blogger: Sexual Nationality Test!

It’s pretty funny that according to this little silly test I am ITALIAN in bed! (Apparently, for me, “making love is a religious experience.”)

Yes, I am European, so that’s pretty close already. Some bloggers said that I sound (or rather “read”) Italian. (One person even said that on the picture on the top on my page I look Italian. The problem is that it’s not really me up there…) My friends say I act like a very excited Italian, especially when I lecture, which must be a bit annoying for my students to follow a teacher who moves around a lot and gesticulates all the time…

I am not Italian, though. But I’m going to spend this coming academic year in Italy, so I guess I’ll fit right in!
Oh, that’s going to be one heck of a religious experience for Coquette! YUM!

top 50 reasons WOMEN have sex

I found it here, but first I borrowed it from a fellow blogger.

Top 5 reasons WOMEN have sex:
1. I was attracted to the person.
2. I wanted to experience the physical pleasure.
3. It feels good.
4. I wanted to show my affection to the person.
5. I wanted to express my love for the person.

I was attracted to My Puppy Love, I wanted to experience the physical pleasure with a hot guy like him, because I was curious how good it would be. And it was spectacular! I’ll tell you why as soon as I get over my jet lag. I left Europe yesterday and I haven’t slept yet.

I’m soooo ready for a hot summer in California!

oh, by the way, here’s the men’s part of the list.

Top 50 reasons MEN have sex:
1. I was attracted to the person.
2. It feels good.
3. I wanted to experience the physical pleasure.
4. It’s fun.
5. I wanted to show my affection to the person.

this list sounds more familiar.

curiosity

you know how they say that first love is special? pure, new, intense… especially if not tainted by sexual pleasures, except for some gentle little play.

it’s strange to be around my Puppy Love. it feels like a travel in time. I see the same loving eyes and the same charming smile in a much more mature body. it feels magical. it almost makes me careful not to ruin this magic by casual sex motivated by curiosity.

almost.

my Puppy Love is falling for me. he’s so vulnerable, trusting and emotionally exposed that I feel sorry for him. unfortunately, I am also very curious…

my Puppy Love

I had drinks with my ex last night. not just any ex, but my first boyfriend. you know, puppy love… we were 14 and very innocent. I haven’t seen him since.

he broke my young heart back then, and for some time I lived with the intention to break his next time I have chance. now would be a perfect opportunity. after the two-hour-long meeting, I can see he’s completely under my spell.  but I’m not going to take  revenge — that would be stupid. after all, that broken heart was a good lesson for me. it never happened again.

so, my Puppy Love looks really hot now! nice body shaped by years of kick boxing… very tempting.

the only problem is that this tough guy is already showing signs of infatuation, including sweet text messages at night and a morning call just to say ‘good morning.’ not my style. too sweet for a casual fuck.

Greek kisses

I’m walking down a street in a tiny Greek village and two cute guys approach me from the opposite direction. I send them a slight smile and in return I hear a sound of two kisses sent in the air. apparently, that’s the way to do it here, because it has already happened several times.

then some men almost force me to accept free drinks and sweets from them. I must be a curious visitor to them…

real fight

I act like such a stupid blonde sometimes… I told The Best One about The Dancer. to my surprise, he not only got jealous, but really really pissed.

one thing is that he always always says he may be jealous of me fucking other men, but he still thinks its a good idea and he wanted to know only if I feel I want to tell him. apparently, confessing that I did it with a guy he heard about before is waaaaay more than fucking a total stranger… not that he knows The Dancer, but I told him about our friendship.

where’s the logic? wouldn’t you see a little more comfortable knowing that I just screwed a decent guy and not just a random European man who crossed my path today?

maybe he’s afraid I may actually like a decent guy? well, I won’t know that, since he told me - quote - to fuck off.

I kinda like him when he’s so mad…

so, yeah, I am in Europe, in Amsterdam and I’m loving what I see around! it’s like a buffet for a hungry girl like me… any shape, any size, any color, any style I can imagine represented right here! I gotta cheer myself up, right?