Bucket List on the Beach

Last Friday, Howie and I checked another mark off of my bucket list. I've always wanted to fuck on the beach, but have never had the opportunity. There have either been people around, the weather hasn't been right, or we haven't figured out a way to fuck without getting sand in inappropriate places. This time, we came prepared. I wore a short skirt and a shirt with easy access to my tits. He wore a pair of shorts that could easily slide down and free his cock.

After a few beers at a local beach bar with some friends, we feigned exhaustion and need for sleep, but instead, ran back to the car to grab a sheet and then down the narrow pathways to the beach. Although the moon wasn't very bright, we made our way into the dunes, weaving between beach grass, until we found a secluded spot between some dunes.

He reached down to pull my face in for a kiss as I wrapped my arms around him. We kissed passionately for several minutes, until I got to my knees and freed his cock from his shorts and boxers.  I gently licked up and down his cock, letting the combination of the cool breeze help with stimulation. The sand held my knees steady, as I held onto his ass with my hands and began sucking his cock in and out of my mouth.

Soon, he threw me back on the sheet, ripped off my panties, and began biting his way up my thighs, knowing that all I really wanted was to feel him feasting on my pussy. As soon as his mouth made it to my clit, I held his head close and bucked towards his face. It didn't long for me to orgasm while looking up at the stars.

Still coming down from my orgasm, he quickly slid his shorts to his knees, laid between my legs missionary style and slammed his hard cock inside of me. The sound of the waves and the crickets around us hid our groans, which I knew were definitely louder than normal. The combination of several beers and the riskiness of our location was putting me over the edge. He leaned down to kiss me, and twisted my nipples in his hands. Sometimes I'll cum just from getting my nipples squeezed and pinched hard, and being thrust full of cock and having them twisted quickly put me over the edge again.

We shifted position for him to fuck me from behind. Over and over again, he slammed into me, while I felt the sand rub on my already tender nipples. I imagined what would happen if some of the young college co-eds we had seen wandering the beach came upon us, and that only made me more excited. Would they giggle and run away? Would they call the cops? Would they try to join in? Terrorize us? The thread made me even more excited, and when he started smacking my ass and calling me a dirty slut, I quickly came again.

With me sated, we rolled over onto our backs to look up at the sky, with my pussy and his cock still out for all of the world to see. Our fucking had scared all of the clouds away, and we gazed up at the stars and tried to point out the ones we recognized, while I thought about how good his cock would continue to take.

Before long, I bent over his waist to take his semi-hard cock in my mouth. It didn't take long to get him completely hard. I continued to suck and to jerk him off with my saliva soaked hand, often following the rhythm he set by moving my head for me. I was rubbing his cock when his breath quickened and I heard him moan "baby, suck it in your mouth. You want all my cum, don't you"? I happily obliged and swallowed every drop of his cum, as he grunted loudly into the wind.

After a few more minutes of gazing up at the stars, we put on our clothes and straightened up to head back to the car. Only a short way away from our spot, the group of co-eds were running around with a flashlight.  Did they hear us? Did they enjoy the show? To me, that's all part of the allure of fucking somewhere like the beach.

Bare Down There

The other day I received a Yelp email titled 'Yelp's Hairless and Happy' that was all about waxing salons in my local area. My first thought at 5:30 in the morning was WTF? But then it turned out that the article focused on facial waxing from the women's perspective, but then threw in a paragraph about manscaping. I guess manscaping can also refer to the face, but that isn't exactly the first thing I though of. Nowhere in the article did it mention biking waxing or Brazilian waxing or anything related to naked pussies. Why is mentioning manscaping acceptable, but not pussy-scaping? And is there even a correct term for that? Even though the article didn't specifically call out pussy-scaping, 'hairless' is never something I think about when contemplating getting my eyebrows waxed, and there has to have been some type of innuendo in there.

I've a fan of a naked pussy, and go through periods when I shave and when I wax. Right now I'm going through more of a shaving period. I've never been super comfortable with going to the back of a nail salon or spending a fortune to go to a fancy place where I feel judged by someone I have trouble communicating with. For years I went to a woman who did waxing out of her house, who would go out of her way to distract me and not have me thing about both where she was working, as well as the pain. That spoiled me, and I've never been able to find someone who made the process into an almost enjoyable social experience.

I like my men manly. A little bit of manscaping is acceptable, but primarily so I can suck cock without getting a lot hair in my mouth. I think it might be a deal breaker if a guy that I was with went to someone else to have them take care of their pubic hair.

One thing that I do find very hot is the idea of having someone else shave me. I like the idea of putting my pussy's "life" into someone else that I trust's hands, and letting him shave me until I'm silky smooth. Ideally, it would happen near a shower, or in a shower, so that I could clean off and quickly shove his face into my pussy for a few orgasms.

It's All About the Attitude

Hi my name is Howie Liquor and today I am guest blogging for Candice... 

As you can guess that's not my real name, nor is Candice the name this blog's author.  It’s a nickname that I gave to my naughty lover because she is as sweet as Candy.  The "Goodhead" surname?  Well, you can probably figure out for yourself.  But in all actuality , she should really take the name "Greathead" because her oral talents are so much better than good, they're great! 

 But what makes some blow jobs great vice just good you may ask?  For most guys there is no such thing as "bad" head!  Hell, even when its bad, it's still pretty good. I mean, what could be bad about having your cock sucked by a soft tongue and nice wet mouth.  And let's face it guys, save the excessive use of teeth, most blow jobs are better than no blow jobs at all.  But there is a difference between a really great blow job and one that is not worth remembering.  That difference is attitude.

Most men love having their dick sucked.  While I did know one guy in college that didn’t,  it is very rare to find a guy that doesn’t like getting head. But what makes it even better is when the one sucking you really enjoys it themselves. The late George Carlin had a comedic bit where he waxed about the term "blow job."  He asked, why is it called a job? Isn't it fun sucking cock?  He joked, "it should be called a 'suck fun' instead."   He was right!  Having that agreeable attitude makes all the difference.

For Candice Goodhead, the act of fellatio is always a 'suck fun' and that's what makes it soooooo good!  I always laugh at the scene from Animal House where the sorority girl was giving the preppy frat boy a handy in his convertible and complained that her hand  was getting tired as she pulled off a  latex glove.  For many of us guys, we can relate to a sexual experience where our partner was merely going through the motions more as an obligation rather than the desire to get us off.   If they only realized that their half-hearted effort was the very thing that made it hard for us to truly get off in the first place!

Candy is never the reluctant fellatist.  She will always suck me whenever I desire (I am the recipient of her Morning Head).   And for a man, there is no better feeling.  Not only does she love to suck my cock, but she actually gets herself off when going down on me.  She loves to satisfy me. Seeing my arousal and excitement only gets her more aroused  thus creating a feedback loop that makes her only want to suck me deeper and longer.  It is her attitude and the desire to pleasure me that makes her so special.  Knowing that she wants to suck my cock and swallow my load only heightens the moment.  It's what makes Candice Goodhead, Candice Greathead "Goddess of the Suck Fun!"

In my next guest blog, I will address my penname...

Funny Sex Songs

When I think about music to fuck to, I usually think about more serious music. The other day I had my iPod on shuffle, and came across an oldie but goodie, and that brought on the topic for today's list. Every time I hear 'Discovery Channel' by Bloodhound Gang I think back to middle school, where I knew nothing about sex, but understood that there were a whole bunch of innuendos in the song that made all of the kids snicker. In honor of that, today's list is filled with songs that make me think of sex, but all I can do is giggle and bounce around when they come on the radio.

1) Discovery Channel - Bloodhound Gang

2) Whistle - Flo Rida

3) Peaches & Cream - 112

4) How May Licks - Lil Kim

5) Wait (The Whisper Song) Remix - Ying Yang Twins

6) Just Put It In My Mouth - Akinyele

7) My Neck, My Back - Khia

8) Circle Circle Dot Dot - Jamie Kennedy and Stu Stone

9) Fuck Her Gently - Tenacious D

10) Wet the Bed - Chris Brown

Migraine

About a year ago I got my first migraine. I didn't know what was happening to me when I started getting auras in front of my eyes, and spent about an hour covering first one eye and then the other. I suddenly got hit with a blinding headache and dragged myself up to bed, turned out all the lights and prepared to spend the night quietly moaning to myself in pain.

After about an hour, I felt someone get into bed with me and place a cool cloth over my head. I could barely speak and couldn't move my face at all, but he knew that touching me and distracting me would help me forget the feelings in my head.

He started at my breasts and rubbed and caressed first one, and then the other, occasionally leaning down to lick one of my nipples or circle his tongue around. I could feel myself relaxing, knowing that someone was paying such close attention to me and not expecting anything in return. He would trace from one side of my body to the other, not looking for anything in particular.

Soon he moved down to my belly and continued rubbing and soothing my skin. When I peeked open one eye, he was lying on his side in dim light staring at me and watching the movements of his hand. I asked him what he was doing, and his response was "learning all of your curves." Like most women, I'm self conscious about my imperfections. Looking up while feeling ill and realizing that someone doesn't care about those little details made me feel so cared about and beautiful.

He continued moving down my body, eventually reaching my pussy. We both groaned as he dipped one finger inside and realized how wet I already was. Using that wetness, he ran his finger all throughout my pussy; over my clit and over each and every fold. I wanted to cum so badly, but couldn't manage to get close without moving my face, which hurt my headache.

I reached over to grab his rock hard cock and gave it a few half-hearted strokes. I so badly wanted to put it in my mouth or pussy, but couldn't manage to make the effort. In a quiet voice he told me, "don't worry baby, this night is all about you and making you feel better."

He kept moving his finger over my clit gently again and again. My orgasm eventually managed to build and spilled over with a gush of wetness. With a sigh, I snuggled over into his chest, he flipped the cloth on my head over to the cool side, and wrapped his arms around me while lightly scratching my back.

In the morning I woke up refreshed and ready to face a new day.

Stripper Songs

I'm a slightly klutzy stripper, but every once in a while I still dress up and put on some fuck me pumps and dance. It usually only lasts a few minutes, but I've still created a stripper playlist over the years.

1) Undisclosed Desires - Muse
2) Only Girl (In the World) - Rihanna
3) More Human Than Human - Rob Zombie
4) Lovesong - The Cure
5) Animal - Neon Trees
6) S&M - Rihanna
7) Sex & Candy - Marcy Playground
8) Glory Box - Portishead
9) Sail - AWOLNATION
10) I Kissed a Girl - Katy Perry
11) Candy - Martin Sexton

What are some other good Saturday music lists? And I'm always up for new tunes!

Anal Toys

I now have an embarrassing number of sex toys. A lot of the time, I buy a toy, play with it a few times, and forget about it. There are a few that always come back when I'm in the mood, and I have one favorite type of toy: anal.

We started off our exploration into anal toys badly, and not listening to any good sex advice. Instead, we used a small vibrator without a flange base, but luckily with a small loop around the top so there weren't any trips to the emergency room for a missing toy. But both of us liked it up our ass so much, that we bought a set of anal beads and a small butt plug.

It always takes me a little while to get used to having something in my ass. As much as I relax and take deep breaths while a finger or a toy are pushed into me, it always feels a little awkward, although it never really hurts. I can truly relax once the toy is pushed in. We also discovered that lube is important, but, like everyone says, a little bit can go a long way.

I really enjoy the stretched out feeling in my ass while getting my pussy licked, or the feeling of having a finger inside me and being full from both holes. One of the best feelings is having a butt plug or a finger up my ass while fucking his face with him lying underneath on me. Having a full ass, a tongue licking across my pussy and clit, and being able to grind my clit into his face is amazing.

Another incredibly satisfying position is to be on my hands and knees like I'm about to get fucked doggy style, but instead to have anal beads in my ass and to have him fucking me with his fingers and hitting my g-spot.

I've discovered that I don't necessarily like the feeling of double penetration with toys. I often feel too full, or feel like I'm in danger of having either the toy or his cock slip out of me. It gives me too many things to think about and I stop enjoying the experience. However, one finger inside me while getting fucked is the perfect feeling, as long as the position and rhythm are correct. For me, one of the best ways to do that is through reverse cowgirl, and I can bounce and grind on his cock with a finger up my ass.

My next purchase is going to be a bigger plug. The plug we have now will sometimes pop out of my ass, which I recently learned from a Savage Love podcast is caused by being too relaxed. The more excited I get, the more relaxed I get. Usually the plug pops out when I get more and more excited, and the sudden emptiness in my ass takes away some of the pleasure.

One of my favorite sexual experiences, and a topic for many masturbation sessions, involve sticking things up his ass. But that is a blog post for another time...

Viral Video

I admit it, I'm a wanna be yogi. I also appreciate the female form, sensuous dancing and the occasional well-made porn. Well, maybe a little more than occasionally...

When the first Equinox yoga video came out earlier this year, I was torn with how to feel. The feminist part of me wanted to be shocked and appalled that an activity I love was being demonstrated by a woman in her underwear, especially with a man lying in a bed behind her. But at the same time, she was beautiful, confident, and teaching valuable yoga skills, even if she was sexualizing the experience. I never made a decision about how I felt, and eventually forgot about the video in general.

This video was posted today: Balancing Act on the Equinox website, of the same teacher with her new husband. All I have to say about it is, wow. The trust between the couple is amazing. I don't know of anyone I would trust to hold me up with just their feet while I contort my legs in the air, even after some drinks. They were able to make it look like a sensuous experience and demonstrate their bond even without making eye contact. I truly enjoyed the experience of watching them move together with such strength and grace. They may have been sexualizing yoga, but they were doing it in a way that showed strength and demonstrating challenging poses.

In contrast, videos like Diplo's Set it Off are visually, and somewhat sexually, appealing, but are too staged and practiced for me. I'd rather see a woman with her hair in a messy ponytail and minimal makeup than dressed to the nines with tons of makeup and stilettos. Plus, there is the added appeal of the couple using each other as props, rather than an inanimate object. Maybe growing up has something to do with it, but I get more of a thrill witnessing the connection between two beautiful people.

Reviews of 'Balancing Act' have been mixed. Some people are still scandalized by the idea of yoga in a bra in panties, while others really enjoyed the video. On the other hand, everything I can find about 'Set it Off' talks about how amazing the pole dancers are. The differences in each video's audience is very apparent after reading these reviews. I guess the yoga crowd still doesn't listen to techno or electronica!

Sunday Morning

Sunday morning is always filled with possibilities. Do I sleep the morning away? Do I wake up and go to the gym? Do I meet friends for breakfast? For this week, I'll share a peek of one good Sunday morning.

I woke up early and made coffee and snuck out to get the paper. The city is a different place entirely with all of her inhabitants still sleeping. I returned home, still dressed in leggings and one of his old t-shirts and with my hair piled in a messy knot at the top of my head. Soon the table is covered with newspaper bits, as I sat cross-legged at the table catching up on everything I missed over the past week.

Mornings like this are delightful on my own, but are made even better by a sleepy-eyed man walking out of the bedroom. He stopped to give me a kiss on the cheek and before wandering over to make his own cup of coffee and grab his own part of the paper.

We sat like that for a while, each of us engrossed in our reading. I didn't notice him stand up and move behind me, wrapping me in his arms and biting my neck. I reached my arms up to try to put them around his neck from behind, and he took the opportunity to grab my tits. He squeezed and pulled at my nipples, and I could feel the excitement build inside me, all interest in current events lost.

Sometimes I can cum from having my breasts stimulated, but I'm not sure that today is one of those days. I love the feeling of his hands, but I need more. I stood up from my chair and turned around to hold his face for a passionate kiss. After years of kissing, a deep kiss with him can still take my breath away and leave me desperate from more.

He lifted me up by my ass an put me down on the kitchen table, right in the middle of all of the papers. Taking an ankle in each hand, he alternated biting up my legs through my leggings, before rubbing his nose over my pussy. Desperate for more, I pulled my leggings and panties off, leaving my pussy inches from his face.

Still in a teasing mood, he returned to biting and licking everywhere but my pussy, leaving me gasping in agony. I tried to be patient, but it did not good. After a few minutes, I reached down and pulled him by his hair to where I wanted him. He sucked gently on my clit, pulling it from side to side and up and down. He could tell that I was getting close to cumming, and slid his hands under my ass, holding me firmly to his face. In seconds, I was holding onto the each of the table as the orgasm took over.

Without moving his face, he stuck a finger in my pussy to start stroking my g-spot. He started slowly, while still licking my clit gently, before sticking in a second finger, increasing his speed, and pressing down outside my pussy for increased pressure. I started shaking and soon sent a second stream of cum down his fingers.

I could feel him remove his hands from me, but with my eyes still closed enjoying the end of my orgasm, I couldn't tell what he was doing. All of a sudden, he shoved his cock as far into me as he could. We both groaned, enjoying the feeling of hard cock in wet pussy. I put my legs up on his shoulders and he slammed into me again and again. Before long, I was cumming again, bearing my pussy down on his cock.

He pulled out, and I slid off of the table. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into the bedroom, positioning me on my hands and needs at the edge of the bed. He pushed into me again, and I could feel his fingertips gripping my ass, as he pushed in and out. His movements got quicker and his moans got louder, and jets of cum filled my pussy.

Sweaty and covered with cum, he didn't want to make a mess of the sheets. I started to collapse on the bed, but he has other plans. He grabbed my arm and we ran towards the shower, cum starting to drip down my leg. We snuggled and washed up in the shower, before getting dressed and continuing on with our day.

Saturday Music to Fuck To

Every Saturday I'll post a selection of songs to fuck to. Please contribute selections of your own!

1) Skin - Rihanna
2) Only You - Portishead
3) Symphony 6: Fair Thee Well & the Requiem Mix - Emily Wells
4) High and Dry - Radiohead
5) Hysteria - Muse
6) Tear you Apart - She Wants Revenge
7) Lovesong - The Cure
8) Infinity - The xx
9) Breathe Me (Ulrich Schnauss Remix) - Sia
10) In Your Room - Depeche Mode