Argh! I swear when I started this venture I expected to have massive orgies, a shit-ton of orgasms, fuck-a-thons, a hell of a time, and log my sexual adventures that even Wilt Chamberlain would be proud of. Thus far it has been drama, below average fucks, and vast amounts of self-administered orgasms to prevent “purple pussy”. Hey little boys, little toys! If sexual frustration equals blue balls for you, the prognosis is eerily similar for us; violet vaginas.
Yesterday was moving day for me, Although most of the day I spent online blogging and on cam chats. Dealing with the movers packing, hauling, and unloading all my shit was still very stressful! Yes, I have commented on my utter laziness. NOT proud, but don’t need my puss punched for it! I am (somewhat) sure that if I had to, I would gotten involved. It was for that best I didn’t though.I am so uber rigid and so anal retentive towards nearly every thing in my life, (oddly EXCEPT cleaning) that I am sure I would have just annoyed the movers. (Yes, valid excuse)
So, I was saying it, it was a stressful day. It was like quite an
emotional experience. Like a mental rape in the ass. How much my life had changed was finally sinking in. Then to top it off, a hulking birdy warned me there was a spy stalking me, recording my every movement.
“I always feel like somebody’s watching me?” -Rockwell
This caustic behavior has put a damper on my life for far too long. This is my final FUCK you to you. Stalk, snoop and bask in all my glory doll, cause this situation isn’t changing for a long fucking time.
After I diddle daddled for quite sometime, the movers called and informed that they had just finished. I gathered my hoardings and headed over to the new place. On my way, as I was traveling up the I-15, I spotted an Adult Superstore along one of the exits. I had been wanted to checkout that place since I first saw it, and thinking a little shopping may cheer me up, I thought what the fuck, I should reward myself with a housewarming gift.
I pulled off the exit ramp and pulled into the store parking lot. As I looked around, I started to beam like an overtly obese man entering a Triple Bypass burger joint. The selection was the best I had ever seen. (Fuck Yes!). I walked over and checked out the large collection of vibtrators. I usually never actually allow myself to buy anything top-notch; bug a vibrator is sacred. I had the clerk remove the“The Kong Realistic Dildo” from the display case. Fuck that thing was so massive, I didn’t think it would fit in my purse. I had a felting memory of Dr. X involuntarily summer to the surface, but I stifled it quickly, not wishing to worsen my already bad mood.
I decided to go ahead and purchase the impressive specimen. I got back in the car and back on the highway as I drive to my new place. After signing some last minute paperwork, I was given the keys to my new apartment and went up to do a quick inspection. My mood brightened almost immediately as I took in the stunning cityscape visible through the entire wall of floor to ceiling windows in my living room. I briefly studied the sprawling complex of buildings of the City Center below and could not wait to see how it looked at night. I intended to thoroughly test out the voracity of the phrase “Panty Dropping View” with rigorous persistance. In fact, I think my own panties had gotten damp by the time I broke away from the windows and continued the inspection into my bedroom.
I began to try and make some headway unpacking, but the mass of moving boxes proved too daunting to allow for expend much effort and I ended up ordered take out, before falling asleep on my naked mattress.
I awoke just before ten, felt a little lonely, so I mass texted my friends to see if anyone wanted to check out my new place. I rummaged through the moving boxes for my toiletries and some clothes, then took a quick shower, applied my make-up, and got dressed. I looked in the mirror and admired my outfit for a minute. A pearl embellish laced top complemented a pair simple booty shorts, with a pastel pink pair of hooker heals throwing the ensemble over the top.
By then, although I had a few replies, only Dr. X. had taken me up on my offer to come by. He could be such a paradox, that one. He was able to piss me off more quickly and more intensely than anyone else I had ever met, but at times he could be ceaselessly supportive, and… I guess I would say… a wonderful friend. But enough glum introspection. I was about to entertain my first guess, and he would be an excellent choice to be my celebratory escort.
Dr. X arrived and we had a quickie—- tour of the apartment. It didn’t take very long and the boxes everywhere made it difficult to get around anyway. We took the footbridge over to City Center and walked a short ways to the Cosmo and the Marquee. Shout out to Klist! Much gratitude! He kindly accompanied the two of us pass the line and into the club, and even gave us some drink tickets! I drank enthusiasticly, danced merrily, and even met up with various “Lewd-ers”. After working up an appetite from all the dancing, we left the club and ate pizza, went back in, drank even more, and danced until my feet started to blister. As the night drew on, for a while my liberal alcohol consumption induced me into becoming uncharacteristically clingy, perhaps even mushy with, with X. But as my blood alcohol level continued to climb well to a multiple of the legal limit, my evil alter-ego, “Omni-cunt Jayde” manifested in full obnoxiousness. I don’t remember much of it clearly, but I dare say I was being a bit tyrannical. X and I got into an argument and I demanded he leave the club. I was a little surprised when he actually did.
Flush with roiling anger at X, I was able to ignore my foot pain, and decided to cool off by going outside. As I walked past the bar that leads to the pool area, I spotted two hotties, also trying to make their way through the crowd. I walked (more like stumbled) up to them and introduced myself, and after a little bit of chitchat, invited them to the bar for (yikes! Yes, I drank even more) a round. I made sure to remember each of their names. Tori, was the tight bodied number with long chestnut hair, while Capri was a voluptuous brunette with nice pouty lips that I’d like to shove The Kong between! The pair were from New York City, In Vegas to celebrate Tora’s divorce.
“Another round!” I slurred as we chugged our the first drinks. It was getting a more bit difficult to stand at that point, but I think Capri and Tori were not terribly far from me in their state of inebriation, a didn’t seem to notice.
I was instantly attracted to Tori. She was subtley but clearly receptive to my feminine wiles as I laid on the charm. Capri somewhat standoffish, cool vibe told me that she strictly loved the cock. The flirting between Tori and I slowly escalated, and we became quite touchy with one another. Capri had had enough, and allowed herself to be escorted away by one of the better looking of the endless procession of men who kept offered to buy us drinks. As Tori turned back after watching Capri leave, I impulsively stole a kiss from her unprepared lip, and she melted like butter.
From that kiss, the interaction not so slowly progressed into alternating groping and make-out sessions. We quickly tired of the barrage of verbal intrusions from the nearby drunk, undersexed onlookers, and opted to find somewhere more private. As Capri had texted Tori that she had returned to their shared suite, we opted to make the short walk over the walkway to my new apartment., had called bids on their shared suite.
In the highrise elevator, I wickedly wondered if any camera may be present as I exposed and nuzzled Tora’s breasts. Reaching my floor, my new playmate followed me lustfully as we rushed to my apartment. At the door, I kissed her passionately, tongues probing each others mouths, as I blindly fumbled with my keys.
We stumbled into the apartment still embracing. In moments, we were undressing each other with drunken zest. I slid her lace black panties down, and then pushed her gently into an armchair. Before she realized what I was doing, I buried my head between her legs. Within moments, she began arching her back in pleasure as I slowly tongued her sweaty, salty labia. She grabbed the back of my head with both hands, and I moved up with my tongue to her clit, tickling the organ with short horizontal strokes. Her moaning and writhing intensified dramatically; And she gripped my head with her thighs and began grinding with her pelvis. I increased my tongue speed, end began Tori cry out. When I senses she was approaching orgasm, I grasped the clitoris with my lips and gently suckled. She cried out in rapture as her pelvic thrusts suddenly became fervent and wild. An instant later, a quick, strong gush of tasteless liquid squirted into my mouth, startling me. I fumbled backwards, hearing my plaything faintly murmer “oh shit, oh shit, oh shit” languidly. My fuck-toy melted into the chair with post coital ecstasy and I sat curled over, spitting out the remaining cum in my mouth.
When I got up to my feet, I offered her a drink, leaving her to recover her strength while I went rinse my mouth. When I returned, I found Tori was out on the balcony, naked, admiring the view while smoking a cigarette. I walked out, set the drinks down, then reached out and playfully slapped her ass. She giggled and wiggled her ass in response, then offered me a cigarette. We stood in silence for a while, admiring the colors and lights from the city below.
After finishes out cigarettes, we returned inside, when Tori surprised be by bending down and taking one of my nipples into her mouth. Both of us still standing, she reached down, and slid her hand between my legs and began to rub my vagina. I shuddered from the sensation, and closed my eyes. She continued inside me, quite skillfully I noted, and I began to moan in rythem with her hand. I felt my knees weakened and so quickly took several slow tiny steps backwards until I reached the couch. I sat, bringing up my knees spreading my legs in invitation. Tori licked her lips lasiviously, and began to kneel. But then her attention was suddenly on “The Kong”, having spotted where I had left it out earlier in the day. Her eyes sparkled wickedly, and I suggestively raised an eyebrow response. I was able to reach “The Kong” without standing, and removed it from the packaging. As I leaned back again, I had to admit it was truely a behemoth vibrator. I doubt I could have handled it at all if I hadn’t been with Dr. X. for such a long time before this.
Tori laughed as she took the device. “You seem awfully petite for this thing.” she teased. She inspected it briefly, then told me to lean back, close my eyes, and spread my legs. I was only too happy to comply.
A few moments later, I was treated to an gentle wave of pleasure as I felt a gentle whirring against my vagina. The continued vibration steadily intensified the feeling, and it became steadily more difficult to stiffle my groans. I heard a soft click and the vibration intensity inside of me increased, my groans became cries, and my hands gripped and dug into the fabric of the couch.
I hear the click again and the buzzing grows even louder. But instead of a deluge of ecxtasy that I was expecting, suddenly a horrible pain rips through my pelvis. My eyes shoot open to the horific scene of Tori trying to plow the colossal dildo into my vagina, without even so much as a drop of lubricant. Pain reverberated throughout my pelvis and up my spine as I feel tissue rip down in my vulva and labia.
I screamed in pain, instinctively flailing backward and reflexively kicking up. My foot made solid contact with “The Kong”. knocking it free from her grip, and sending it careening towards her face. It struck her over the eye with a loud thwap somehow boucing upwards as it is knocked away. The stunned woman fumbles backwards a few steps, then falls directly onto her ass with several loud curses. In what seemed like slow motion, I watch helplessly as the massive dildo reaches the arc of its flight, and then begins to fall away, well too far away from the edge of the balcony for anyone to get it.
A stream of muffled whimpers issues from Tori as she writhes in pain. Seeing how close the blow came to hitting her eye, I can do little more than hope there is no permanent damage. I swallowed, and approached the woman. I went over to check on Tori. I waited until she stopped sobbing before I peeled her hands away. Her left eye was bleeding and completely red. I couldn’t help but to imagine her being Satan in human form and it immensely scared me— FOCUS, damn it!
I didn’t want to call X due to our earlier spat. I knew I was wrong for acting as I did in the club, but it just wasn’t the moment to discuss my feelings. So, Instead, I called 911. When the fire department and EMS arrived, they took Tori’s vitals, and proceeded on to thouroughly examine her head and neck. Unable to get her to remove her hand from over her eyes, the paramedics adminsitered some kind of injection shot. Within a minute, Tori was snoring softly, and her hand dropped to side. Her eye was nearly swollen shut, and was a brilliantly red, but the eye seemed healty. One of the paramedics leaned in, and pushed on the tissues around the eye, and inspected the eye itself.
As they loaded up Tori for transport to an ER for further evaluation. I jotted down the destination hospital’s name and address, then, as soon as they left, I called the Cosmo and passed the information on to one of the night managers, suggesting they may want to let her suitemate know what had happened. As I hung up the phone, I took a moment to enjoy the quiet. I looked around the apartment at the boxes and scowled, knowing it would be a busy few days. I breathed a sigh and sat down on the couch, glad that it looked like Tori was going to be okay.