Sexual Cravings

I crave rough sex more than anything else. I'll never forget the first time a lover introduced me to pain in the bedroom. I was on a business trip to a desolate Southern city, and was eating dinner solo in an Applebees's bar...which alone is a sign of trouble. A regular sat down next to me, and, in typical Candi fashion, I had him taking me for post-dinner drinks at the hillbilly bar next door. I was a good girl that night- and insisted on returning to my hotel room alone. The next night was different. He invited me to his apartment, and cooked what I later found out was the only thing he knew how to make: spaghetti and meatballs. One bowl of mediocre spaghetti later and I was hooked. It didn't take long before our clothes were off and we were rolling around the bedroom. At some point that night, he reached up with his mouth and bit my breasts hard. At first, I was shocked, but then realized that the pain amplified my orgasms. He kept biting and I kept cumming. For the first time ever, I had to wear a scarf at work the next day to cover the bruising. 

My relationship with this lover, we can call him Sean, lasted for about nine long-distance months. It was a relationship of firsts for me: my first long-distance love, my first romantic vacations, and most importantly, my first vibrator and my entry into the world of rough sex. I don't think Sean or I realized that we would become serious, and I headed home a few days after we met. The next few months were filled with talking on the phone and quick weekend visits. Between one of these trips, a surprise package arrived for me with my very own Rabbit, and instructions not to use it until Sean called. That began a period of intense phone sex. In those days before FaceTime and naked selfies, I had to rely on his words, imagery and instruction to get myself off. I found myself enjoying the direction more and more as the weeks went on. Our in-person sex became rougher as we learned more about our interests and fantasies over the phone. Hair pulling, spanking, minor breath play, and of course more biting became the norm.

My relationship with Sean eventually ended, but we stayed in touch for a couple of years after that. We fooled around a few times in between other relationships, and I always relished the sex we had, because I intrinsically trusted him to stop before I had too much. I participated in much more intense scenes during this time, including one memorable occasion where I got fucked in the ass while being choked (within reason) with a partners' tie. So incredibly hot, but it didn't reach the level of what I had with Sean.

All of these other hookups and scenes were missing something, and it took me a long while to figure out what it was. Sean may have been rough and always had his way with me, but he would never do it if we didn't have the time for him to care for me afterwards. He would make it a priority to hold me or snuggle me and make sure that I knew that I was loved and cherished. I wrapped that feeling of security and safety up with the rough sex, and relished the pain because I knew that it was all part of the feelings of safety and love I would get afterwards. Although Sean and I didn't necessarily know what subspace was at the time, he took care of me for as long as I needed. 

I also had very similar experiences with Howie. I knew that I could ask him to do anything to me and he would gladly do it. I could be as hurt and exhausted as I wanted to be at the end of a day of sex, and I always knew that he would help hold me in the shower, and that I'd have a spot ready to snuggle up under his arms.

All of this leads me back to my current craving. I need to get fucked. I have been desiring and wanting and dreaming about rough sex for months. I miss every part of it: my head jerking back as my hair is pulled, someone squeezing my ass so hard that I can't sit the next day, rough stubble dragged all over my tender skin again and again, bite marks covering my body, my hands tied behind my back, spit and cum covering my body, and my head being held down as someone fucks my mouth. 

But entering that headspace for me comes with a cost. I need to be held after and made to feel cherished. The feeling of being loved is wound tightly with the feelings of pain. I've been toying with the idea of getting more involved with fetlife. There is no doubt in my mind that within a week I could have whatever I wanted done to me...except for the aftercare. I'm sure I could find someone with the decency to hold me or shower me, but there is no way that I we would have the level of trust, respect, and understanding that I built up with previous partners over a period of time. 

To me, this doubt could be different things. Part of me wonders if I'm not ready to trust anyone yet. Maybe I need time to heal and have more vanilla sex? But the other part of me just wants to throw myself back out there, to hell with the danger. Everything that happened with Sean and Howie happened because I was lucky to find them. I have had plenty of partners over the years that haven't been able to provide the full package, but have been able to enrich my life in their own special way. Maybe by continuing to play musical partners I'll find what I need? 

All I know for sure is that I'm going to get into bed tonight wishing that I had to sleep on my side because my back had been so torn up by a partner's stubble that the feeling of my soft sheets is too abrasive. Ah, to dream...

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...

Once in a Blue Moon

We sat on my balcony, high above the ground, enjoying an after dinner drink. As an homage to the date, we are drinking Blue Moon beers. Blue Moons have always been a favorite of mine. Most of the time, two drinks will go to my head. But somehow, two Blue Moons always go to my pussy. We discovered this by accident, after imbibing in two while waiting for a pizza to bring back to work. The rest of the shift was the ultimate torture, as I walked around in a lust-filled haze, thinking of potential locations for a quickie.

The setting sun filled the sky with flames, and the moon began to glow, as the sky grew darker and darker. My bare feet slipped across the table and slid into his lap. I gently rubbed his cock with my brightly painted toes as he pretended not to notice. Soon the sound of crickets filled the air. I slid out of my seat, walked over to his side of the table and wrapped my arms around his neck. We kissed gently and I pressed myself between his legs. Our kisses grew more passionate and his hands grabbed my round ass and pulled me closer.

Abruptly, he spun me around and pinned me to the railing so we could both look out at the sky. He kissed down my neck in little nibbles and reached up my skirt and into my panties. My already dripping pussy enjoyed the feeling of his fingers rubbing against me. He returned to kissing my neck and I feel the hardness of his cock pressing against me through his basketball shorts.

Filled with need, and pulled my panties down and my skirt up. He slid his cock out of his shorts and immediately slammed it into me. I always savor the feeling of being so full and surrounded, and this is no exception. I held onto the balcony railing for traction as he pushed in and out of me. My orgasm started to build and my knees began to buck. Not caring who heard, I moaned my pleasure out into the wind for the full moon to see.

Switching positions, I climbed into the captain's chair, making my pussy completely level with his cock. He pushed into me again, this time with him holding the arms of the chair for leverage. My feet bobbed with each thrust and the chair began to rock. I wrapped my legs around his back and we moved together as one. Another orgasm built inside me, and scratched my nails down his back as I cum.

The cramped position in the chair wouldn't work for much longer, and I still hadn't had a taste of cock. I hopped up from the chair and got down on my knees in front of him. He leaned back onto the railing as I swallowed his cock. One of my hand slid up and down to meet my mouth as I sucked, and the other reached between his legs to play with his balls. I could tell how good the stimulation felt as his balls got tighter. I kept sucking, keeping up the rhythm that I know he likes the most. Soon his hand reached down and held my head in place as he began to fuck my mouth. With a shout, I go a stream of hot, sticky cum down my throat.

He helped me up off my knees, and we turned around to notice a small crowd watching us from a window across the way- the bright moonlight illuminating us more than we realized. With a wave, we quickly cleaned up and headed inside to giggle about the naughtiness of our behavior.

On the Road

Every rental car has pros and cons. The first thing I think about when checking out a new rental is the size of the console. An oversized console or bucket seats seem like they are purposely designed to get in the way of road head. And the bigger the car, the higher the chance that the delicious cock you want to grab is way out of reach. Muscle cars are also a surprise. You'd think they'd be laid out for easy action, but instead everything is crammed together with no space to stretch out.

In the ideal car, I grab his cock and start playing with it through his pants before our starting point is even out of sight. We have 15 minutes until we reach our destination, and I want to make the most of every second. I lean over like I'm adjusting the radio, but really I'm starting to adjust his cock. Once the coast is clear, I reach over to undo his fly and give a few more rubs through his boxers. Getting a cock out from inside pants that are also trapped by a seatbelt is never easy, and by that point I'm doing my best to straddle the console and reach my goal. Without warning, I swallow down as much of his cock as I can, desperate to have my mouth full and his hands in my hair. I bob up and down, covering his cock with saliva. If I can, I reach a hand around to play with the base of his cock which I can't always get down my throat. The crunched position usually gets uncomfortable after a few minutes, and I sit up and start stroking his cock, using my own spit as a lubricant. He always says that hand jobs are underrated, and I know he loves the feel of my hand stroking his wet cock.

An immense part of the thrill is the possibility of getting caught. What if you get caught in traffic? What if your partner is driving slowly down the highway and comes eye-to-eye with a horny truck driver? What if a religious cop be hiding behind an overpass and come out to bust you for not wearing a seatbelt? What if you happen to drive by an acquaintance?

All of those "what ifs" turn me on so much that it is long before I have my feet up on the dashboard with my knees spread as far apart as they can possibly go. Without any foreplay at all, he tugs aside my panties and plays with my clit with one finger, while sliding a second inside my pussy. At first I close my eyes and savor the feeling, but soon I remember where I am and open my eyes to take in my surroundings. I see him peeking glances at me as he continues to drive down the road. My first orgasm never takes long, and the situation only makes me more excited. I buck my hips to take more of his fingers in me and am quickly cumming down his hand.

Sated, I quickly return to his cock, which has only gotten harder during the few minutes it has been out in the open air. This time I go a little slower, sucking in the head and running my tongue up and down the sides. Now that I've had my orgasm, I want to suck forever. He always has other plans. Taking a handful of my hair, he pushes my face down on his cock, and I relax the back of my throat to take him all in. He begins to buck against the seat and fuck my face. I can feel his orgasm building, and a stream of cum shoots down the back of my mouth. I struggle to breath as he finishes his orgasm and I slowly sit up, swallow the cum in my mouth and lick up any that may have escaped.

We both straighten our wrinkled clothes, and I do my best to fix my disheveled hair. If we have an extra minute, I'll reach over the console again for a kiss, and mix together the taste of our cum. Once out of the car, the adrenaline starts to fade and I hope that the flushed look on our faces isn't too obvious. Every time he catches my eye for the rest of the night, I can't help but duck my head and blush, knowing where his hands and my mouth were just a little while earlier.

Firsts

Sometimes I wish I remember all my firsts, but they all seem to blend together. I remember a first kiss as a sixth grade camper at a kissing booth at a carnival. I remember the first time I had sex, awkwardly, with a long time boyfriend. Afterwards, I called a friend, just because I was excited to have losing my virginity over with. What I don't remember is everything else: no first blow job or hand job, no first time someone played with my pussy, none of that.

Although now it seems ridiculous, I never had an orgasm with another person until I was 17, and it happened in the most unlikely way. We were sitting on the floor, my boyfriend's back against the couch, and me pretzeled around him and rubbing my pussy against his cock through layers of underwear.

Sex with him never got much better. Maybe it was the lack of understanding two virgins had with how to please each other. Maybe I wasn't very good at what I was trying to do. But after a few months of getting pushed away after trying to give head or fuck in something other than missionary, I gave up trying. And four years later we ended things for good when I decided to finally go explore life as a young single. Which led to several years of one night stands, or relationships that came out of attempted one night stands. But those are all stories on their own...

Morning

The morning is the best time of the day. I wake up slowly in his arms and and enjoy the feeling of having my back scratched. But I know the snuggles are just a tease, and my favorite activity is waiting for me. Starting at his chest, I reach my hand lower and lower, all the while pretending that I'm still half asleep. Soon I  reach his cock and feel the smooth skin in my hand, enjoying those first caresses before we start to get wet and sticky. I wrap my hand around his hardness and stroke up and down a few times, but it isn't enough. First thing in the morning, I need a hard cock in my mouth. In one swift movement, I sit up and swallow down as much of your cock as I can. Night is the time for slow and luxurious cock sucking, morning is time for orgasms on the way out the door. I bob my head up and down, choking myself a little on his length to make his cock as wet and juicy as possible. His hips start to buck and his hand reaches into my hair and gently swirls a strand. Some mornings we roll over for a quick spoon fuck and an orgasm for me. But this morning I can feel the need. A few more sucks and his hand clamps down on my head and I'm gagging on a mouthful of cum. I feel every drop squirt into the back of my throat as I struggle to breathe through my nose. As his hand relaxes I lift up my head and return to snuggling, knowing that they day has gotten off to a perfect start.