Well, I wish I had a great update tonight. I don't.

Like the comment from Monkey said, Jess still hasn't called me. Not that I really want her to call because I have no idea what I would say to her but it might solve one of tonights problems.

I'm super horny. I've been told before that I'm above average when it comes to being horny. It's pretty true. I've had sex drives higher than some of my lovers. Adam's sex drive is right up there with mine but he always works nights. When he gets out of work he's too tired or I'm asleep. I may have bitched about this before. I know I have but I needed to say it again. We haven't had sex since Saturday night and I haven't masturbated. Masturbation is pretty much out of the question right now. The only thing I want is Adam. Basic, vanilla, non-kinky sex would be fine right now. I just need him.

I know this isn't too exciting of an entry but it's all I can think about. It's all I could think about all day. We planned on meeting right after work before he went to work but I got out late.

I'm a little behind on things. So please forgive me. Or write mean emails demanding I update more often. That might motivate me some.

I've been wanting to write about Saturday night, since Saturday night because it's the only thing I've been able to think about since then.

Saturday night, I went into Chicago proper to see a local band perform at one of my favorite bars. I haven't been to the bar for a while because one of my ex's works there. Not a usual ex, a female ex. Jess and I had a quick but passion filled fling last year.

Of course Jess was working. I tried to avoid her but when she spotted me she waved me over with a smile. She handed me a free drink and acted like nothing happened. Even though things ended in a good way, it was still hard for me to talk to her. Even though, I broke up with her, I still had feelings for her and still had a lot of lust.

The bar was packed so we didn't have much time to talk but at the end of the night we exchanged numbers again. I had to hide the fact that I still had her number plugged into my cell phone. She kissed me on the lips, the way some Europeans do with their friends and we said good night.

All my friends, especially the guys wanted to know who she was. I came up with a weak lie, that I used to work with her.

I got to Adam's place just as he was getting home from work. Of course, I was horny. I pinned him on top of his couch and gave him head.

We went back to his bedroom and didn't take our time getting completely naked. But even while he was fucking me, all I could think about was Jess.

I hope she calls me but I don't know what I would do if she actually did.

A quick update tonight before I head out. Life has continued to be crazy. I apologize. There are a lot of emails and other things I'm behind on.

The other part of the update: me and Adam. The sex is still the same. Good but still not kinky. I'm not implying it has to be kinky, I'd just like more things.

I know that I have to tell him what I want. I'm planning to. I'm just worried of how he'll react. I've had guys in the past react negatively when I've asked them to do some things. Adam kind of reminds me of some of those guys.

Last night I said the sex is amazing, it is. Adam is a great lover but I still need more. We were having sex last night and I wanted to ask him to do more. We have settled into a routine already. Most nights, I go down on him, he goes down on me then we fuck. I can't complain, it's great sex but I need variety but I'm afraid I'll scare him away if I let him into my non vanilla side.

When we had drunken sex a few weeks ago he experienced that side for the first time, but I'm afraid that if we were sober the results would be different. I want him to fuck my tits. I want him to fuck my ass. I want him to cum on me. I want him to drip burning hot candle wax on me. I want him to tie me down. I want him to fuck me outdoors. I want to have sex where someone could see us. I want him to wake me up in the middle of the night with his hard cock. I want him to fuck me in the kitchen at his work. I want him to visit me at work and we go out to the parking lot and fuck all my break. I don't want to be his submissive sex slave, I want to be his slut.

I'm back. Sorry I haven't updated recently. I'm sorry I haven't answered any of my emails. I promise to catch up as soon as possible.

My semi crazy life has become completely crazy. Suddenly, I've been working all day, open to close shifts because my manager's child got sick. I'm not complaining, the paycheck will be amazing but it leaves me exhausted at the end of the day. For the past two nights I have logged on to update but closed the window because I started to fall asleep. Her daughter is healthy now, so I'm getting some much deserved time off.

When I haven't been working I've been spending time with Adam. I keep waiting for him to do something to ruin things but everyday he surprises me in the good way. When we go out, he doesn't stare at other girls. He always has something to say, the conversation is great. The sex is great. For about a week, we've had sex every day. Even when I've been exhausted I've stayed awake long enough for a quickie. I love the way he holds me when we're done. If we didn't have to work, I think we'd stay in bed all the time.

If you couldn't tell with a name like Molly, I'm very Irish. I'm all decked out in a green t-shirt and ready to head out to the many Chicago Irish bars. I'll drink a lot of green beer, drink a few half and halfs and down a couple of shots of Jameson. All in all, I plan to get rip roaring drunk. I don't do that nearly as often as I should.

Last year, I did the same and ended up sleeping with one of my close friends. We had bad drunk and sloppy sex and it ended up ruining our friendship. This year, I'm looking forward to more drunk and sloppy sex but this time with Adam. He has to work but I plan on making my way to his bar towards the end of the night.

Hopefully, I'll have lots of stories to write about when I get over my hangover tomorrow.

I spotted my neighbor across the street watching me last night. I have my desk perpendicular to my bedroom window so I can look out my window when I'm on the computer. Last night, I was working on a short story when I hit a road block and looked out my window to gather my thoughts. That's when I saw him.

He had a perfect view into my room. His second story window is slightly higher then my window so he can see a lot that goes on in my room. And I usually leave the blinds up, even at night because no one can see into my room from any other location except from that window and until now I had thought the room was just one they used for storage and never went into.

I wonder how much he's seen. Last night, I was writing an erotic story and getting really into it. At a couple points, I had to stop typing because I couldn't control my hands. I had to rub myself, penetrate myself with fingers or caress my breasts. If he had been at the window for a while he had gotten a pretty nice show.

I didn't know how to react. I pretended like I didn't see him. I acted like I was still typing for a few more minutes then pretended like I was done. I shut off my computer, lights and hid in my room. A minute later he disappeared.

I wished I had given him more of a show. It turned me on to know he was watching me. I think I'll have to close my blinds from now on when I'm writing, I just don't think I'll be able to concentrate on the typing.

He's a few years older, has a family and could work out some more but I'd like to do a lot more than just put on a show for him. I've had a secret crush on him since, I moved into the neighborhood. At the time my gossipy neighbors (I wonder what they say about me) told me he was separated from his wife. I thought his wife, was an attractive blonde that would visit him every few days. It turned out to be his mistress. There was no sign of his wife for three months, then right after the blonde would leave another woman would show up. That sparked my curiosity, it was like watching a soap opera.

Maybe next time, I'll put a show on purpose. I probably won't but we'll see.

I visited Adam at work last night but instead of being intoxicated with alcohol and liquor, I was intoxicated with lust for him. I couldn't control myself.

I should have been jealous but it turned me on to see a female customer flirt with him. He laughed it off not wanting to ruin a tip. I enjoyed listening to her try to be seductive, knowing that he was going to come home to me.

When I finished my second Diet Coke, I decided it was time to leave. I waved Adam over and whispered into his ear. "I'll be waiting for you tonight. No matter what time you get out of here come over to my place. I need you tonight."

He grinned. "Meet me at the back door. I'll take my smoke break and we can say goodbye."

I only waited in the cold twenty degree night thirty seconds for him to open the back door but I started to shiver. "I'm not suppose to let you in but come in."

It was the first time, I had been in the kitchen of the bar. It was empty, the kitchen staff had gone home at ten. It was also semi dark. It smelled of smoke and grease but that only made Adam's cologne smell better when he hugged me.

He held me until I stopped shivering then we kissed. "Tell the other bartender you have to go home. Tell him you're sick."

"I wish I could."

"Please." I whispered into his ear than nibbled on it. "I'll make it worth your while." I ran my fingers across his pants, feeling his dick grow hard. "I need your cock inside of me."

"You're so cruel." He grinned.

I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. I slid down to my knees in front of him. I looked up at him and he looked around the room making sure we were alone. I was hidden behind a counter but he didn't want to get caught. I went to work quickly, I didn't know how much time he had left on his break.

I put his cock in my mouth and he leaned back, bracing himself against a counter. I let him fill my mouth and it felt amazing. I didn't go slow, I ran my lips up and down his cock.

Giving him pleasure made me feel so powerful.

It seemed like forever but it couldn't have been more than ten minutes before I felt his whole body become stiff. "I'm going to cum." He started to thrust his cock into my mouth. It felt so good, I only wished it was inside my pussy.

He exploded into my mouth, filling it with cum. His cum tastes so good.

I wanted more but I knew he had to get back to work. I got up off my knees. My jeans were stained with grime and dirt but I didn't care. He kissed me on the cheek and we said "good night."

I slept naked even though it was cold in the apartment. I was rewarded when he finally got out of work. He woke me up when he pulled back my covers. I rolled over and extended my arms to him but instead, he positioned him between my legs. He was tired, couldn't keep himself from yawning but that didn't stop him from giving my pussy an amazing workout with his tongue. It didn't take him long to bring me to an orgasm but I still wanted more.

I climbed on top him, my pussy was still tender from my orgasm but I guided his cock into me. My bed makes more noise when I'm on top but that didn't seem to slow me down. I fucked him hard, riding his cock, wanting his cock to explode into me.

With me on top, his hands weren't blocked from caressing my tits. It felt so good having them squeezed, pulled and teased but it made it hard to concentrate.

He started to get close and rolled me over so he could be on top. He pounded me into the bed until he finally came again. This time his cum filled my cunt and I was in heaven. I didn't need another orgasm to feel satisfied.

He collapsed on to the bed next to me and fell asleep still inside of me. I couldn't get back to sleep for another hour but I didn't care. Everything felt right in my world.

He's still sleeping now. I want to wake him up before I go to work this afternoon but he has to work late again tonight. If I don't get anything now, maybe we'll spend some more time in the kitchen cooking things.

Here's a shock, I had a little too much too drink last night. I went to Adam's bar and the mixed drinks and shots started flowing. I did sober out a little before I left. I basically had a nice buzz. Enough of a buzz to do some drunk dialing. I wasn't drunk so I'm forced to take responsibility for my actions.

I called an ex that I haven't talked to in months and told him I missed him. I called Ryan, luckily he didn't answer. I just left a message.

Then I called, Sean. All our phone conversations tend to lead to phone sex. I've had phone sex with other people but with the exception of one other person the rest were unsatisfactory for one reason or another. Some were boring. Others were rude or cocky. Some were too nervous. Some were too excited. Some were too weird. It sounds like I've had a lot of phone lovers but really there's just been a few.

Sean, is different. He knows excatly what to say to turn me on. He's the perfect lover, so I'm glad he lives halfway across the country. I think if he lived in Chicago I may have cheated on Adam last night. And I know, phone sex with someone else is probally a form of cheating too but it's not as bad as the actual thing and it's not like Adam and I are officially anything other than lovers.

What did I do to be punished with an above average bra size? Random strangers will stare and comment loudly without any hesitation. Men will stare at my chest during conversations, not trying to hide the fact that they are looking and not listening to what I have to say. Boyfriends become jealous when they catch other men looking at them. They become angry at me like it's my fault. It's ironic because my breasts are what first attracted them to me.

Breasts should come with a warning label. Or at least a user manual that includes instruction on how fourteen year olds can chase away grown men.

Alone with me and kissing, men focus the attention of their whole body on my breasts. Their hands grab and pull on my breasts. Their fingers play with my nipples, squeezing and twisting. Their mouths nibble and bite them. They leave my tits red and sore. They love to push their cock between them, fucking them. They love to finish on them. Pulling out of my pussy at the last second and aiming at my tits.

It's almost too much but the pleasure they provide me allows me to forget all the hassle.

After, what seems like years, Adam and I had sex last night. The only problem is that we were both slightly intoxicated. Not really a problem for me, more for him.

We were sloppily making out, our clothes were coming off. Usually by this point he's hard. Not last night. So, I go down on him. It takes a little while, but after a few minutes he's fully hard. I decide, I want him inside of me so I climb on top of him. We go for at least twenty minutes. I'm riding him and I start to feel my orgasm coming. I ask him if he's going to cum. He says no. That doesn't stop me though. I had one of those earth shattering orgasms.

He doesn't wait long for round two. This time he's on top. I'm basically being pounded into the bed. Still no sign of his orgasm so it's time to get creative. I go down on him again. I didn't stop until my mouth started to get sore and my body started to get sore. But I'm still determined to make him cum.

We fucked for a few more minutes. Nope nothing, but he's still hard.

He asks if he can fuck my tits. That's how I knew he was still drunk. He's not shy, but kind of reserved about talking about sex. I didn't have any lube, so we used lotion. It felt good at first but then the lotion started to burn my skin after a while.

Back to normal sex for a few more minutes. This time doggy style. I offer him my ass. He hesitates for a few thrusts then tries to force his cock into me. That hurts like hell and he gets that I want him to at least use the lotion. It wasn't the greatest lubricant but it worked. He was able to force his cock into me. I haven't had anal sex for a while, it was a little more difficult to get him in from what I remember of the last time.

Finally, after a few more minutes he warns that he's about to cum. Two seconds later he does. I think we were both asleep within a few minutes after that.

The next morning we woke up hungover but that doesn't stop us from a quickie before I have to go to work. This time, he had no problem cuming, but it was too quick for me.

It's kind of ironic, how when the guy can't orgasm, I'll do anything to make him cum. I rarely cum from sex, yet many guys hardly notice (not really talking about Adam here, just past lovers). I don't have to orgasm to enjoy sex. It seemed Adam didn't start enjoying last night until he started to get close. For a day, I'd like to be the sex that orgasms every time. Just to see the males perspective.

The good news, is he just called. He's sober and on his way here.

Sometimes, I wonder about people. I have a friend, twenty-something like me and fairly well educated. When I went out Saturday I ran into him. He was a little drunk but still in control of his actions. Adam, him and I spent a while talking until a female friend of his asked him to dance. They spent the next few hours dancing, grinding, kissing and groping each other on the open space that serves as a dance floor. They disappeared at some point, today my friend told me they had to her SUV. He said, he thought they would just make out and he hoped he would get a blowjob. He got a lot more than that. They had sex, and he laughed when he told me he pulled out and came on her stomach. He didn't believe me that she could still get pregnant even if he didn't cum in her. Plus, what about STD's. I asked him if he slept through health class. It turns out he got an A.

I got an A too so I guess I'm not one to talk. After the teachers lectured about pregnancy and various diseases I went and had unprotected sex at home before my parents got home or in the backseat of cars in secluded parking lots. I was lucky had unprotected sex hundreds of times, one of my close friends using the same method of protection (or lack their of) had sex only a few times and got pregnant. That's when I switched to the pull out method. I don't know why I thought this would work. Teachers had said it didn't. And it especially wouldn't work when half the time guys still came in me. I don't know why I started demanding the guys use condoms but I'm glad I did.

It's scary with all that goes on in today's world people are still having unprotected casual sex.

Sorry for a rather bleak post tonight. Just had to get some thoughts on to "paper."

Well after a weekend of being away, I'm back. Please not for the record that I was never away. I just didn't have time to update. Or I should say when I did have time I was way too tired to update.

I literally worked almost the entire weekend. Saturday was normal, busy but the weather wasn't great so I didn't mind being stuck indoors. Sunday sucked. The weather was beautiful, something like 55 and mostly sunny. A practice for spring and I was stuck inside the whole day. I watched the customers come in wearing sandals, shorts and flip flops. I got three voice mails from people having barbecues.

I went to Adam’s bar Saturday night with a group of my friends. We had a lot of free drinks. At some point I realized I had too much to drink and asked a friend to bring me home. I told Adam to come to my place when he got off. As soon as I got home I passed out in my bed with my clothes on. Around three, I felt him trying to wake me up. I smiled, we kissed and I realized I had to go to the bathroom. I came back, and still drunk I started to strip for him. I made it to my bra and panties and climbed into bed with him. He said we made out for about two minutes before I passed out again.

When I woke up, I had to run to work. We had some price changes so I had to get there early.

Sunday night, when I got out of work, he was at work again and I was too tired to drink. Today, when I got out of work, he was heading to work.

I don’t know how long I can go on like this. I wanted so bad to have him. I think I actually need him inside of me.

It may sound weird but I received more pleasure from the first time I gave oral than the first time I received oral.

Men loved to fuck my pussy but were afraid to go near it with their mouths. I don't know if they thought eating out a woman was not masculine, was dirty or what it was, I didn't have a man go down on me until I went to college.

We never went on any real dates, one Friday night after drinking large amounts of beer we passed out in a mutual friends bed. We didn't kiss, we didn't even hold each other. He passed out on one end and I on the other. It wasn't on purpose. The next night, he invited me to a party in the dorm of some of his friends. A few too many drinks later, we were in his bed making out.

The next day, I told him he was a gentlemen for not trying to feel me up when we were making out. I said, I enjoyed just making out. He laughed and asked where I had been the night before. He admitted, he had felt me up, caresses my breasts, squeezed them etc.

The next weekend, my roommate went home so I had my own dorm room. I invited him over on the pretense that we wouldn't get drunk. We rented a bad movie and I wished we had gotten drunk. Halfway through the movie we stopped watching it and started making out again. The making out led to hands exploring, which led me to finding his hard dick. I gave him head. By now, I'd become a pro at giving oral sex, it didn't take me long to make him cum. I swallowed all of his cum without even thinking of throwing up.

I laid down next to him and I thought we were going to watch the rest of the movie in peace. Instead, he rolled over on top of me. He took of my jeans, then my panties. It had all been moving quickly but I wanted to to sleep with him. Instead, his mouth went down to my pussy.

I can't say it really did much for me. I got wet in anticipation of something that never came. He was trying but really didn't know what he was doing. He basically just licked my lips. It felt good but it wasn't enough to bring me to an orgasm. I tried to pretend like I was enjoying it but I found myself bored enough to watch the boring movie. I guess, I should've told him how I was feeling but at this point I was still very shy talking about sex.

There was no sex in my life today. I worked during the day and Adam worked the night shift. Instead of complaining how much I miss Adam, I’ll answer the comment from my last entry. Anonymous asked me to tell the story of my first blow job and first time I received oral. My only comment is: Are you sure you want to hear about my first times? They were more awkward than sensual.

I didn't give head for the first time until almost few months after I lost my virginity. I loved having cock inside me but I thought having a cock inside of my mouth was gross and dirty. Please explain that one to me.

It was with my first boyfriend. For about a month, we had been spending the weekend afternoons at his house making out. We had done just about everything besides sex and oral. While his parents were still at work we'd spend hours on his couch or in his bed half naked. He fingered me, I gave him hand jobs. I let him just about whatever he wanted with my breasts. Even though he was the only one orgasming, I was really enjoying our afternoons but I knew he wanted more.

One afternoon, he took out a condom and asked if I wanted to do something more. I told him I wasn't ready. Two months before I had lost my virginity to a boy that used me for sex. Once he got what eh wanted he disappeared. My boyfriend, was different but I didn't want to be hurt again. He laid a guilt trip on me. He argued he wasn't my ex and that he would never break my heart. Which was pretty true, a few years later I broke his heart. The guilt got to me and I offered to give him head instead.

Reluctantly, I got on my knees on the carpet in front of the couch. I kneeled between his legs and unzipped his jeans. He pulled out his cock, I was too nervous. It was about seventy degrees in the house but suddenly I felt so cold. I was only wearing a bra and panties but that wasn't the reason.

He said something, I don't remember what but it made me feel comfortable. I put his cock in my mouth and awkwardly went up and down on it. I started to sweat, I felt dirty and wanted to take a shower but I looked up at him and he smiled.

As I went up and down on him quicker I accidentally bit him a couple times but he didn't seem to mind. I think he even liked it. He pushed his cock into my mouth and when it went to deep I gagged but I didn't mind that too much.

I knew he was going to cum. I had seen cum before, I felt it and even tasted in small doses after giving hand jobs but I wasn't ready for cum in my mouth. His cum shot into the back of my mouth, I gagged almost throwing up with his cock still in my mouth. I pulled back while he was still cumming and the cum got all over my face, my chest and my bra. I wasn't too happy but the way he looked at me, I felt so sexy. He later told me it was the hottest thing he had ever seen. He told me he would never forget it. I felt powerful, making a man cum with just my mouth.

It only lasted about two minutes. I enjoyed, but not half as much as he did.

I think I'm going to save the story of the first time I was eaten for another night. I think I'm all typed out and writing about that experience woke something up inside of me. I may have to break out my vibe and dildo.

Tonight our schedules finally worked. I worked the day shift and had the evening off. He didn't work tonight. So what did we do with our time together, we stayed in. I went to his place and he cooked for me. I can't really judge his cooking skills, he cooked tacos. They were pretty good and I ate too much. I went to his room for a nap.

I woke up an hour later and felt something trying to take off my jeans. At first I thought it was just a dream. Luckily it wasn't. I helped Adam take off my jeans, then his tongue went to work. First on my thighs then around, my panties. He teased me until I begged him to take my panties off.

His tongue really is amazing. I've never been a huge fan of oral, probably because I never had a guy that could make me cum regularly from oral until I was in my twenties. I was more satisfied with my dildo and my vibrator. If I was lucky, I even had a few orgasms from sex. But that's definitely changed now.

I wish I could answer the question and say what he does that makes it so good but it's hard for me to put into words. A lot of it is the teasing. He loves to tease me with his tongue. He explores my whole body with my tongue, not just my pussy. When he fucks me with his tongue, I'm dying for him. When he finally makes way to my clit, I'm ready to explode because it needs his touch.

The only advice that I could offer is to use your fingers as you use your tongue. The first guy, that brought me to my first oral orgasms did that. His tongue wasn't magic but the combination was.

After he made me cum, we had sex. He's a gentle lover, paying close attention to what I need. He takes his time. Even when he fucked me hard and fast tonight, it didn't feel like he was rushing things. We started out with me on the bottom but at one point I was on top. I loved looking down at him. He smiled as I fucked him. I smiled when I made him cum.

I could get used to this.