Sexcapade Files #26: Tantric Touch and Squirt Marathon

Don and I were at his place recently to watch a kungfu movie – it turned out that we barely could watch the movie at all. The opening credits were rolling and we couldn’t even get our hands off each other. I must say that this particular sexcapade is definitely my greatest sex achievement so far – not bad for the second date, right? :-)

He and I were sitting on the floor “trying” to watch a movie when he looked into my eyes and kissed me. I couldn’t resist those soft lips for even one second – they were so tantalizingly passionate that I could feel the heat rising from our bodies. You could tell that he wanted me – and I wanted him – and that we couldn’t resist ourselves. Our arms wrapped around each other, and our kisses became more urgent and passionate, our tongues sliding up against each other, our kisses becoming more firm and wanting.

As we kissed, I decided to take control and see what he was really about. I wanted to explore his body, to see what type of person he really was, to observe what he liked and didn’t like in sex, to find his erogenous zones and to basically show him that I know more about sex than just lying back and letting him do all the work. My mouth began to explore southward, and I tickled his chin with my lips, tracing it in a straight line in long strokes, then moving my tongue in circles as I went towards his neck and his shoulder. My hands began to wander under his shirt, and with a very slow and light touch, barely touching his skin, I moved my fingers in very slow circles all over his stomach, moving upward, moving an inch every few seconds, feeling his coarse skin on my fingertips. His eyes were closed, and he gasped and moaned with pleasure, as I watched his head lean back, his body trembled, and his cock was rising from underneath his pants.

“Ooh baby, you’re driving me crazy, I’d never had anyone touch me like this before,” he gasped. My mouth continued to trace the nape of his neck, painting him with up and down strokes across his neck, and I pulled off his shirt to explore his body in an inhibited way.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” I purred. The tips of my fingers didn’t miss a beat, moving around in slow, soft circles, barely touching his skin, and he gasped and moaned so more. My fingers touched his stomach muscles, then wandered in synchronization to his love handles, and he trembled so more. He tried to grab my breasts, but the moment I touched his spot, he was paralyzed by my touched, his head bent back, gasping with the shock and intensity of my touch.

“Baby, you’re torturing me,” he said.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, concerned. Maybe he wasn’t enjoying this…

“Oh no baby, torture me all you want, you’ve those magic hands,” he breathed.

My hands continued to moved upward, in very, very slow gestures, making sure my hands were still very lightly touching his skin. I circled his breast area, and not even reaching for the nipple, he arched backward, onto the seat of the couch, and breathed heavily. Teasing him so more, I purposely avoided his nipple. I moved my fingers higher, teasing him on the area under his collar bone, and again he shivered. He really must have a lot of erogenous zones that even he didn’t know about…

“Look at this, I still have my clothes on,” I teased him with my sultry voice.

“Oh, do you like torturing me this much?” he asked.

“Oh I do, baby, it’s time for me to show you what I’ve got. I have to return the favor,” I purred.

My deft hands began to knead his shoulder muscles, slowly and softly, while my lips kissed his back. “Take off your pants,” I whispered.

He obeyed without missing a beat, and there was his cock, hard as a rock and standing on attention. I rubbed my hand on his head, while through his underwear, and seeing that he should finally be relieved of this madness somewhat, I leaned down and began to lick his left nipple. He jerked in ecstasy, writhing with so much passion, moaning so much while I rubbed his hard dick that he couldn’t help himself.

“Please, I want to be in you,” he pleaded.

“No, not yet, I’m not done with you. I want you to lie face down on the ground.

He obeyed. His arms lying on his side, his head cocked to the side, I rode on his back and dragged my fingers across his back, making him shiver all over again. I explored his arms, the softness of his back, his butt, and down to his legs – all with my tongue. My tongue danced in various circles and flicks across his skin, while moaned and groaned all that while, for what felt like an hour. Playfully, I tickled the crack of his butt with my tongue, and he ended up jerking like crazy (maybe we’ll have to work on that area later on – one moment at a time).

He finally rolled over, and I was astride him. He lifted my shirt over my head and I quickly removed my pants, and while I was still on top of him, I rubbed his hard cock with my pussy while still wearing underwear. He reached over and began to suck my nipples, and I moaned with delight. However turned on I was feeling, he was making it worse! We finally rolled over, he was on top of me, and instinctively he scooted his head towards my legs and began to lick my clit in a frenzy.

What an adrenaline rush! His head bobbing in between my legs, the pressure and adrenaline built up inside of me, as he licked me over and over again, around the area of my clit, then down to my pussy, then up again, in long and short strokes, for what felt like half an hour. The fact that he could breathe down there was just crazy!! He ate pussy like a champ, sucking my swollen clit over and over again, as I writhed on his carpet, moaning my ecstasy away. He finally raised his head and rubbed his cock on my pussy, dipping himself in me to feel my wetness, and his fingers deftly played with my clit as he watched me wriggle on the carpet, feeling the pressure building inside of me. Finally, after all that pressure, something amazing happened – I gushed pussy juice all over his carpet.

He looked at me, stunned. “Wow, baby, that was hot!” he exclaimed.

“Oh my god, it’s been more than 3 years since I’ve done that!” I said, panting heavily.

“Baby, I want to see it again, can you cum on my cock?” he asked.

So as he fingered me again, massaging my clit over and over again with my cum, he had slid the head of his cock inside me while he jerked my clit senseless, over and over again, until I exploded again, feeling the rush of liquid flow out of my pussy and onto his dick, feeling a mini-Niagara falls exploding from me, as I screamed, letting out this wonderful feeling from inside of me. And not only did he do that twice – he repeated this process FIVE TIMES TOTAL – during this particular time.

After the fifth squirt, he stopped and said, “Oh baby, this is turning me on so much, I need to be inside you,” and he pulled me from the floor and went into the bedroom to continue our lovemaking…

EPILOGUE: I apologize for not writing the rest, as I broke contact with him after he started acting weird and wanted to forget he ever existed. Although, here is the summary of this story:

HE MADE ME SQUIRT ELEVEN TIMES THAT NIGHT!!

That's right, you heard me, eleven times...I had never squirted that much in my life EVER...

So I guess I'm a human water fountain, right? :-D

Sexcapade Files #25: Champion Pussy Eater Part III

As I was sleeping, I felt fingers softly sliding between my legs, rubbing my clit back and forth, momentarily feeling the sticky cum oozing from my pussy, and then sliding up back again to cover that engorged clit of mine, still pulsing from sexual heat. My mind hazy from sleep, I heard myself moan myself awake. I slowly opened my eyes, and his dark eyes stared into mine as I allowed myself to focus on his face, and he leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips.

“Good morning, I thought it might be a good idea to wake up,” he said. He leaned in, and began to suck my nipple, and the sensations from last night jolted me awake, as I held his head in my arms, his tongue encircling my nipple into a wrinkled submission, then sucking on it more while his fingers still worked on my clit, rubbing faster, making me so wet that I begged him to put his fingers into me. He obliged, shoved a finger into my pussy, and pulsed it in and out of me while I felt my pussy muscles clench around his finger. My moaning became louder and higher, and a few minutes passed before he stopped and let me take a breath, my chest heaving from the excitement.

He quickly didn’t miss a beat, and ended up placing his head in between my legs. The tip of his pointy tongue lapped at my cum, then quickly flicked at my clit. The sensations rose again from my pussy, and the long minutes pass while he continued to eat me, smelling my juices flowing out from me, sucking on that pulsing bud, licking my pussy lips…it was all too much to take. I moaned the minutes away, enjoying every minute of that sexual reverie, until he finally rose and took his very hard cock and dipped it again into my pussy…

“I need to feel your wetness, baby,” he said. His cock slid halfway in and out of my pussy, feeling my juices, then rubbing my clit with his hard cock. Soon, he positioned his arms around me, then began to thrust at an angle, my legs on his shoulders.

The sexual tension building inside of me kept coming and coming that all I could do was scream. The nth time this time where I’ve been hit on my g-spot and it never felt so good! How was it possible that I had only met this guy just yesterday, and now he’s rocking me like I had never been fucked before???!

After we came again, we fell for a few hours, and again did he wake me up from sleep with his fingers in my pussy. However, as he was building me up with a fingering orgasm, suddenly, the phone rang – and unfortunately we were interrupted from our little fuckfest because he had forgotten that he was supposed to be at work by 9 am. Right in the middle of it all, we stopped and quickly got ourselves dressed and out of his place in 10 minutes flat.

However, I must say, that was the most amazing night I had ever had…until the next time I saw him…:-)

Sexcapade Files #24: Champion Pussy-Eater Part II

We arrived at his apartment 25 minutes later. As we entered, he gave me a 10-second tour of his place: “Here’s my living room, kitchen, and here’s the bedroom,” he said, then grabbed my hand, as we rushed into the bedroom, he said, “let’s go!”

A few seconds later, we were grabbing at each other’s clothes, taking them off and tossing them to the side. He leaned over me, and as he pushed me towards the head of the bed, his head went right between my legs, and he said, “I couldn’t wait to do this, you tasted so good in the car,” he whispered. And then came the deluge.

WOW, did he have technique! My mind was savoring the enjoyment of having my pussy licked so delicately and with such skill that my body felt as if it were flying over clouds. The tip of his tongue danced in circles on my clit, then it began to flicker, his saliva mixing with my wetness, and he made me go over the brink over and over, I couldn’t help myself from moaning and screaming in ecstasy. My body couldn’t control itself – my legs convulsed as I came repeatedly, and the longer I came, the harder my legs shook, and then my hips couldn’t stop rocking. I tried to grab onto the comforter, to give myself ground, but it was hopeless – I felt as if I was on a rocket ship, my clit exploding with such power that I felt as if I had succumbed to the wonderful sensations.

He went on, not just for a few minutes, but it seemed like more than 30 minutes had passed as he kept on licking my clit, rubbing the power into me, feeling the sensation as it jolted my body. However, I didn’t know that there was more to come, until he had inserted one finger into me, jabbing that finger into my very wet pussy, as he continued to tease my clit with his very powerful and skillful tongue. I felt like I went to heaven! My whole body convulsed, and as the orgasm kept building up, my eyes shut tight, I felt as if I had fallen off a very high cliff at 80 miles an hour! My pussy kept gyrating to the convulsions, feeling my pussy muscles clamp onto his finger as it pulsed its way from one orgasm to the next.

Soon enough, he stopped and laid down on the bed. Feeling that I should return the favor, I kneeled over his cock and began to suck it. My, it wasn’t bad at all. It was of average length, although I must say that the girth is definitely something a girl would enjoy. It was definitely more than average girth, a little larger than the size of an old half-dollar. His chocolate-brown cock wasn’t shaved (unfortunately), but the hairs felt as if they had been shaved some time ago, but it had grown to a considerable length – definitely not full-grown, but probably about ½ inch long, which isn’t bad, definitely something I could deal with.

I began to play with his head, sucking it a little bit with my tongue. A bit heady from that wonderful pussy play, I felt as if I couldn’t focus – I was drunk with my orgasm! My movements weren’t as focused, but I stuffed his cock into my throat like a champ, then began to play with his shaft, tracing it with my tongue.

Something began to worry me as I sucked his dick. He wouldn’t get hard! What was it about him that wouldn’t? Was it me, or was he just the type who couldn’t really get hard getting sucked? Well, regardless, I still played with him, trying hard not to feel like a complete failure. Although soon enough, I ventured to his balls and began to suck them, and he began to moan. Then, the idea came to mind to play with his prostrate gland – something that I had never done before (or rather, I’ve tried to, but never successfully). My fingers ventured under the area of his balls, and I gently pressed it. His legs quivered, and he moaned.

“What the hell was that?!” he gasped.

“Oh my god, sorry, was that a bad thing?” I pouted.

“No, it wasn’t, it was really different, wow,” he said.

So I gently played with his prostrate a little bit more, pushing a little bit into that area, stroking it with my fingers, and I grew excited watching his legs quiver and convulse, the soles of his feet pressed together as they shook with my touch.

My tongue began to explore further and I licked his chest. Once I got to his nipples, he began to moan so much, I discovered his cock became hard. So he gets hot over getting his nipples sucked! It was pretty hot, sucking his nipples, swirling my hot tongue around the hardening tips, then flicking them with the tip of my tongue. It just made him moan even more…

“I have to take you now!” he said.

I flipped onto my back, and while between my legs, his cock rested on the opening of my pussy. He rubbed the tip of his cock on my clit, dipped it into my pussy for a moment, then pulled out as he rubbed my clit some more. “Are you wet for me, baby?” he asked. “I want to feel your wetness.” He was making me want him so much more.

Soon, he slipped his hard cock into my pussy and started to thrust. His arms balancing his upper torso, and my legs around his waist, I had clear view of his nipples, and while he slid himself in and out of me, I reached up to his nipples and flicked it with my fingers.

“Oh baby, you’re making me even hotter for you,” and he started to pound faster into me.

As I continued to flick his nipples, his thrusting became faster and harder, and soon enough that another Big O came – the adrenaline rush, and the wonderful sensation building up in my pussy was too hard to ignore. He continued until he came – TWICE – then pulled out and immediately went back to eating my pussy.

“You taste so good, baby, like a sweet red wine,” he purred between my legs.

I was in heaven all over again. I have NEVER in my life so far, been eaten out so much before! It was amazing!! It was an orgasm that quickly faded then was rebuilt back again in a different way, as if the adrenaline rush was replaced with an arousing tickling sensation, as he continued on for so many long minutes more…

A while later, he stopped and lay next to me in bed. With his arm around me, we both fell asleep for a while until later on, where he ended up surprising me…

Part III in a few days!!

Sexcapade Files #23: Champion Pussy-Eater Part I

Have you ever had any spontaneous first dates that you never thought could ever happen? A steamy sexcapade after a casual online fling? What started as a casual online meeting turned out into one of the most romantic and passionate nights I had never expected…and here’s my story.

I had met another guy from another dating site, and he seemed like a pretty decent-looking guy. His picture looked like my type, cute but sexy, suave and sophisticated, seemed like a charmer and a hopeless romantic – he looked like a mix of Brian McKnight mixed in with Usher all at the same time. After a few conversations both in email and online, we agreed to meet up at a local Starbucks this past weekend.

I had expected a very simple first “date” – drinking coffee and staying politely for a few hours, then I would head home and get on for the rest of my day – I thought wrong. The chemistry between us very strong, it seemed as if we were both very attracted to each other. As we talked, we laughed and talked some more, until we realized that we were sitting at a Starbucks for over 4 hours! Since we were enjoying ourselves so much, I suggested that we have dinner, which he agreed. We went to a mall with a pretty decent Margaritaville, and sat in the back area, facing a band who was playing Hootie and the Blowfish and Jimmy Buffett covers.

During the whole time at dinner, he could barely take his eyes off me. I blushed constantly over his words of affection, charming me with his words, his arms holding me, and later on, his lips softly kissed mine. It felt so heavenly, and so right, as we continued to kiss softly during dinner. And I could feel my pants getting wet, as I was getting so hot and horny over this situation.

After dinner and a movie, he ended up dropping me off at the Starbucks where I had left my car. As he kissed me goodnight inside his car, I couldn’t stop kissing him. His lips were so soft and gentle, his tongue slithered in and out of my mouth, and I could feel myself wanting him more and more. I had told him that even though I had wanted to come home with him that night, I had decided not to, since I was trying to not make it a habit of sleeping with my dates on the first date…besides, I didn’t really know him, so I wanted to keep myself safe somewhat. But some part inside me couldn’t let go. He held me in his arms, kissed my lips urgently and passionately, and the temperature rose inside the car. His hands began to explore my body, starting from my arms, to the top of my chest, then he traced fingers down to my breasts, feeling the nipples harden under his touch.

“Come home with me, V, I promise that I’ll take care of you,” he purred in my ear.

“No matter how much I wanted to, I can’t,” I breathed.

He wasn’t convinced. He reached under my shirt and pulled out my left breast, and began to suck it softly, swirling his tongue round and round against my brown nipple, making it hard and wrinkled. My breathing became very heavy, panting for breath, the power was taking over me. He then reached down and unbuttoned my pants, and with his very deft fingers, lightly stroked my clit, firmly but also lightly, with lots of cum, and rubbed me until I was moaning in the front seat of the car. Oh my god, was he amazing!! I was moaning so loud because of his skilled fingers that I never knew a guy that good!!! He continued on rubbing me, rubbing my clit in circles and then back and forth, with his light touch, making my pants soaking with cum. Then, he reached even further and took his index finger and slid it into my pussy, sliding it quickly and I felt like I exploded! He was manipulating my G-spot with one finger, and I convulsed in his car, cumming over and over again, until finally he stopped and said, “I can’t take this anymore, please come home with me.”

And at that point, I couldn’t take it anymore either. “Let’s go to your place, I want you badly. I can’t hold this anymore,” I pleaded.

He smiled and said, “I’m glad you changed your mind. Let’s go!”

And he sped about 70 mph in a 45 mph lane, driving back to his place about 25 minutes away.

Part II coming up soon!

Updates: A Response from “Sex Advice #1” and the Latest on “Sexual Harassment in the Workplace”

There have been quite a few things happening, so everything will be jumbled into one post, so here we go…

After my last post about my co-worker harassing me, a few days after I arrived back from visit my family, I went straight to HR and complained that nothing was really being done about the situation, and they ended up talking strict measures on that co-worker, which resulted into her termination. I guess they had heard wind that I was planning on suing the company if they didn’t fire her, so they decided to let her go, which was a good choice indeed. Work feels a lot easier to be in now that she’s gone, but now I will have to deal with trying to build up my reputation as a professional, since the damage has already been done. Although no one has really done anything bad to me since I got bad, for some reason I get this strange feeling that people see me differently, like in a bad way, now that they know about those pictures. It doesn’t faze me, however it makes me feel somewhat uncomfortable, but what else can I do? Just as long as they don’t bully me because of those photos, I should be fine. Now, I’m focused on whether I should sue my former co-worker for bringing those photos in the workplace to begin with, but I don’t really know where to start…does anyone know?

This week, I also received an e-mail from Ashley, our loyal reader who needed sex advice, and this is her response:

Dear Veronica,

I just wanted to thank you so much for your advice. I'm happy to report that just sitting down and talking to him about our sex life has improved it greatly. I gave him two different books that I thought would help us out as well. One was sex and foreplay positions, and one was sex games. He seems to like to take control more often now that our sex life has improved. He also goes down on me almost every time we have sex and lately he makes me orgasm about 4/5 times. I am much more satisfied now, we only have sex without my having an orgasm about once out of nine or ten times. And all of this is thanks to you and I definitely appreciate it.

I read your last post and wanted to say I'm so sorry you have to go through that. Frankly, your coworker is a horrendous bitch.

-Ashley

I’m glad that the advice worked out! Please don’t hesitate to e-mail again for more sex advice!!

I will be adding a new post about my recent sexcapade…until tomorrow!! :-)

A Friend’s Betrayal – Sexual Harassment in the Workplace

Since the Halloween BJ, my life has been turned upside-down due to quite a few circumstances. I flew back to where my family lives because my grandfather had passed away, but during that time I was away, Kathy, a friend whom I thought I had trusted, decided to release the photos of my little rendezvous to friends at work, during work hours. Rumors about me were spreading around like wildfire, and I wasn’t around to be able to control it. I didn’t even know about the situation until she had decided to inform me that HR was getting into the situation.

I don’t want to disclose much about the situation, but I can talk about as to how I feel. For one, the fact that she took pictures of me without my consent was definitely a violation of my privacy, not to mention showing people left and right as to what I did that night. It’s just like this blog of mine, even though I write uninhibitedly about my sexcapades, I have not revealed my identity, since that information to me is very private. I prefer to be anonymous, so that way nothing in my normal personal life is jeopardized.

Second of all, I have no idea what her motive was to show those photos. Was it to start drama because she was bored of her life? Was it to ridicule me? Was it to do an outrageous show and tell to everyone? (Like what I did was something no one else had done before) Or was it to make herself look better because I was the one looking like a slut and she wasn’t? I honestly have no idea. But this whole situation definitely makes me uncomfortable, let alone angry that I have to go through all this bullshit when I should be doing my work.

I don’t regret my sex life at all. Whatever I’ve done in regards to sex has taught me a different lesson as to who I am. Although initially, I felt regret in sucking that guy’s dick because then I wouldn’t be in this mess, then again I wasn’t the one who made an ass of myself by deciding to bring pornographic photos of me sucking cock to work. I am the victim in this situation, not the assailant. And even though this happened, I will have to admit that this is teaching me a new lesson, to get even in the kindest, nicest way possible – by letting HR handle it and slowly make her suffer through kindness.

Even though I am very angry at the whole situation, and I now very well that any type of friendship I had with Kathy has been shot down the drain, never to return, I’m very confused as to what to do. I want to take action, to show her that I’m not some quiet, takes-it-laying-down type person (unless you’re going to fuck me missionary style), I will FIGHT once someone tries to mess with me. And I will fight until she has no more blood left and then she screams out “mercy!!”

Once you’ve been burned, you’ve gotta take care of business…

Sexcapade Files #22: Bobbing for Cock - Halloween BJ

Tonight was definitely something I wasn’t expecting, especially when I wasn’t in the frame of mine to get booty – yet it somewhat happened anyway. This is what happens when you’re in a situation where you’re constantly surrounded by pot, booze, and a lot of large cleavage action in a small space.

John, a co-worker of mine, invited me to his Halloween party. As I was hanging out, drinking and having a good time, John and my other friend Kathy had been hinting all night about sleeping with John’s roommate, Peter. He had told him that I was a nympho, and that I was one of the best to put Peter’s dry spell of no sex behind him tonight. Of course, I didn’t really want to believe him, since I wasn’t really in the mood to do so, especially since I was really tired from the pot, booze, and being up earlier that day helping a friend move, so I was exhausted. Plus, the fact that I hadn’t “broken up” with Norman, the “friend” I had been seeing in “Jamaican Rut”, and I felt a bit uncomfortable going at it with someone else when he had asked me specifically that he didn’t want me to go off and see other people while with him.

After having a few drinks and a few hits of pot, I had sobered enough to drive home. I had left my belongings in Peter’s room, so I had walked in, and he was lying on his bed, wearing a white T-shirt and some blue basketball shorts.

“Hey, I’m going to take off,” I said.

“Can I get a hug?” he asked slyly.

Naively, I leaned down and have him a hug. His arms wrapped around me, but he wouldn’t let go after a few moments, and I felt uncomfortable in that position, bent over his chest. Through my half-sober, half-high/drunk state, I found my lips on his, and he slid his tongue into my mouth, as the tip of our tongues slithered and teased each other. Our kisses still light, I felt his hand reaching between our chests and he pulled out my right breast from the very revealing cleavage-full top I was wearing, as he weighed my breast in his hand, pulling my nipple with his fingers. Our tongues continued to slide and dart into each other’s mouths, as he gently stroked my breast while it was hanging out from my shirt. He let my lips go, and he whispered, “close the door and turn off the lights, which I did very quickly. When I turned back to him in the dark he said, “suck my dick,” so urgently in his gentle and breathless way.

Not wanting to disappoint, I leaned down into his crotch as he pulled down a portion of his shorts. In the dark, my eyes adjusted to the lack of light and I saw what was in front of me: a pretty average-girthed dick, but it was very, very short. In reality, it looked about 5 inches long, which was not very impressive at all. For a white guy, he was pretty short, but then I thought, “what the hell, let me put him out of his misery, but I’m NOT sleeping with him”, I told myself over and over again.

I slipped his cock into my mouth, and I savored the flavor and smell of his cock. He probably had the cleanest smelling cock I had ever sucked. I didn’t smell any salty and acrid cock smell that I usually had to deal with when sucking cock. It was pretty smooth, working my mouth on his dick, licking his shaft up and down, then trailing my tongue back onto his head as I searched for his special vein spot. In the dark, I couldn’t tell if he was cut or uncut, his cock skin was stretched out to the max as I sucked his cock, swirling my tongue around his head, then slowly inching lower to deep throat him – and there wasn’t much to deep throat, his head barely reached the back of my mouth as I shoved myself down his cock.

I straddled myself around his legs as I sucked his balls, while sliding my fingers up and down his shaft. His balls were gently rolled in my mouth, feeling the balls slide underneath the sack, then I moved back to his dick, pulsing my mouth around where his special spot would be. He began to moan as I sucked his dick harder with my cheek muscles, keeping my teeth hidden with my lips.

Suddenly, I could hear the front door close and open a few times, then I heard and saw cameras flashing, taking pictures of me sucking Peter’s cock. I heard giggling from both John and Kathy, and the more pictures they took, the angrier I became. I yelled, “this better not be on Facebook!”

John yelled back, “Bitch, this isn’t just on Facebook, it’ll be on Youtube!”

At that point, I was very angry, but I kept it in. I kept on sucking his pitiful dick more as he moaned a little more. After a few minutes, I stopped – I was feeling both angry and a bit guilty at the same time. Angry that I was being made a spectacle in a bad way, a freak to be laughed at and mocked, and probably bribed if anything happened. And I didn’t want to be made a laughing stock, especially when I take having sex seriously. It was not something I appreciated, especially from friends. Peter looked at me with pleading eyes.

“Let’s fuck, please, even if it’s just 10 minutes,” he pleaded.

“No, I don’t want to fuck right now,” I said strongly.

“Come on, you know you want to,” he said.

“No, not tonight, I know you want me, but I want you wanting me more the next time, to look forward to next time,” I said slyly.

“Come on, please?” he pleaded again.

“Sorry, not tonight, I really have to go,” I answered. I got off from the bed and reached for my belongings.

When I turned around, I tried to kiss him back, but he wouldn’t kiss him back. I was assuming that he was either pretty hurt and disappointed that he wasn’t going to get ass. Indifferent, I said my goodbyes and walked out the door.

I can probably hear you all saying that Veronica’s cold, leaving a guy hanging while getting head, and I didn’t even let him come. I have to honestly say that it was a pity blowjob, especially when the dick wasn’t even large. But worse, it made me feel guilty since I’m not technically free in the relationship sense, and not technically with someone either. Was this a form of cheating? Will karma hit me? I thought on my drive home, feeling paranoid and angry at the same time.

I highly doubt that Peter will want to do anything to do with me now, but I may want to fuck him later on, once I’ve cut all ties with Norman once and for all. I feel bad since I’ve purposely not contacted him the past 3 weeks, maybe he’s still waiting for some hope that I’d call him back to see him, when all I want to do is break up with him and find someone else.

Maybe I should approach the idea of fucking him in a few weeks, once this “Nick” mess is all done and over with – and then I can fuck without a guilty conscience.

Sex Advice #1: How to Handle a "Traditional" Lover

Sometimes I receive e-mails from people asking me for advice on sex. Here's one that I recently received from an avid reader of this blog named "Ashley":

"I've been an avid reader of your blog for a while now, but your most recent post caught my eye. I'm having a bit of the same problem with my boyfriend of about a year and a half. In saying that I mean that it is difficult introducing new things in the bedroom with him. He will try a new position if I suggest it, as long as it is just a variation of the ones we usually use. I'd like to introduce role play, extended foreplay, sex toys, etc. but I don't know how to do it. He doesn't really respond at all, but he seems to like it when I suggest a new position, so he may be receptive to trying something else. I'd also like to know how I could get him to last longer. He can last longer if I tell him to hold off on coming, but I really don't want to have to tell him every time, it's not sexy to have to do that. And I don't want to sound like a broken record. I'd also like to find new ways to get him to want to have sex more often. I know you're a blogger, not an advice columnist, but I'm really hoping you write back and help me with my problem. I'd really appreciate it. Thank you."

Dear Ashley,

Thank you for being such a loyal reader to my blog. I don't hear from many people often from my blogs, but I thank you for being so supportive, hopefully you've enjoyed the blog posts so far.

As for your problem, I may have a few suggestions for you. You say that your boyfriend doesn't really like introducing new things into the bedroom. Since you've been sleeping with him the past 18 months or so, ask yourself this: what type of sex partner is my boyfriend? Is he violent and likes it rough? Is he a positions guy? Is he a touchy-feely guy? Is he submissive/dominant? How much foreplay does he enjoy, or is he more into the sex?

Once you've assessed what type of person he is, try to create and introduce things that you think may be in a similar vein as to what he likes. For example, if he's romantic and gentle, try adding a body massage in the foreplay, along with a tongue bath with a blindfold over his eyes, or tickling him with various objects, like a feather or your fingernails. If he's violent, try blindfolding him and smacking him with various things, like a belt, the flat end of a hairbrush, a wet towel, etc, while dripping candle wax on his back or chest. If he's touchy-feely, you may want to blindfold him and softly blow across his skin, or smear chocolate syrup on various parts of his body, things like that.

If you want something different and want to have sex with him more often, surprise him and take control. Come home early one day and wear a school-girl outfit, keep all the lights off when he enters the room, and seduce him in the dark, pretending you're a teacher, or a similar roleplay. One day, place post-it notes with dirty notes on them all over places he would go to often, like a desk or a medicine cabinet, reminding him what you'd do to him later. Or you can text him pictures of yourself to him while he's at work/school and get him all hot and horny. Seduce him in a way that you wouldn't normally seduce him, just to keep him at his toes.

If worse come to worse, you may want to sit down and frankly talk to him about your sex life. Tell him how you feel and what you want to achieve in the bedroom, and he may feel as if you were threatening his manhood, but treat it in a way as a suggestion. Don't force him to think of ideas to do (since he may not know what to do and would be at a loss if you had him think of ideas), but slowly work him with one new thing at a time rather than 20 new things at the same time since you wouldn't want to overwhelm him.

On ways to have him last longer: if you do your research well, there are positions that are meant for guys to last longer, which are variations of standing positions, sitting positions (girl sitting on top of guy), side-by-side positions (such as spooning variations), and variations of missionary positions (such as the "frog" position). These types of positions elongate the vagina and don't squeeze on a guy's penis as much, and if he feels like he's about to come, you can move into one of those positions and slow down. Pacing yourself and taking breaks during sex are always a good thing, and there isn't anything wrong with that.

I know this is a lot, but I hope these work out for you! Please let me know how things go, I'd love to hear an update!

Take care!

-V

Have a question to ask Veronica? Or do you agree or disagree with her advice? E-mail me at sex.confessions69@gmail.com !

Sexcapade Files #21: Jamaican Rut

So rumor has it that I’m seeing someone. I know that it’s not technically a “rumor” when I was the source and I was the one who “outed” myself, LOL. So let me tell you a little bit about it.

Nick is someone I had met on an internet dating site, and he’s really a nice guy. He’s definitely marriage material, we both like similar things, and he’s a gentleman – a bit of a romantic, bringing me flowers, driving more than 30 miles to see me about once a week (or once every two weeks, when he has money), he seems intelligent, non-ghetto, and is the type who wants to make something for himself. We do the usual things, go out to eat, have sex (of course)…however…

He’s not my boyfriend. He’s this guy that I’ve been seeing for about 2 months, I kinda like him, but the feeling is starting to become lackluster. I find it hard talking to him every night because I feel like I “have” to talk to him, rather than “wanting” to talk to him. He’s a religious guy, and it makes me feel uneasy talking to someone who’d rather go to prayer meeting 3-4 times a week than have a rendezvous with his girl every weekend. Not that’s anything wrong with having faith, but to me it seems a little too religious-enthusiastic, and it makes me feel less worthy to someone who’s very religious. And now, I find our conversations on the phone seem less interesting than they were before, kind of mundane and full of silences, and the usual excited/nervousness of seeing him has faded quite a bit…I feel as if I’m not into him as much as I used to, and I find myself making excuses to not talk to him every night, shortening our conversations.

As for the sex, it’s a hit-or-miss. He had told me that he likes to experiment, and he definitely likes to have sex. I would have to admit, that he is the second person to rock my g-spot, and that’s amazing to me, after having a few here and there who didn’t rock my g-spot at all. The feeling of being on a rollercoaster as I’m being shot to heaven while having sex has finally happened, and I relish every moment having sex with him. However, from the times we’ve had sex, we have only done it in two positions – missionary and me straddling on top, and somehow that leaves me pretty unsatisfied with the variety. It seems whenever we have sex, that’s what I’ll expect, or maybe I need to be more aggressive with him and show him new things.

It’s a bit difficult introducing new things with him. For instance, the first time I sucked his balls, the only thing he said was, in a matter-of-fact voice, “that’s different.” Not “ooh baby, that’s amazing,” or “damn girl, you’re the first girl to suck my balls,” it just seemed so uninviting, as if he didn’t want me to continue. I felt pretty rejected after that, and after a few other things I had done to him to (tongue-bath, hand/finger licking/sucking, sensual touch, etc.) The last time we had sex was on my period (which, disappointingly, was while I was on my vacation, and he came after 5 minutes because he hadn’t had sex in a few weeks and didn’t want to do it again because the experience of my period on his cock was just a tad too much for him), and I was about to seduce him in the shower, but he said that “it felt uncomfortable for him for me standing there and watching him shower”, so I left and got dressed instead, feeling very rejected and unsexy.

Although, there are times where I would say were completely amazing – one night we completely did foreplay – kissing, touching each other’s bodies, holding each other, wrapping our legs around each other, without taking off our clothes until near the end – was such a sexually spiritual experience that it felt completely exhilarating that I didn’t want it to stop. Or the time we were having sex and he had surprised me by sliding an ice cube on my clit with his tongue while he ate me out was DEFINITELY something I had wished a guy to do on me, and it finally happened, which made me very, very happy. Or the times when we did have sex on a constant basis and he was able to stay up, and he was rocking my g-spot so much that I felt like a firecracker that exploded, a rocket vibrating away into space. Ah, those were good times.

At this point in time, I feel as if I’m in limbo, I’m not sure whether to let this guy go completely, or give it a few weeks and see how things go. It’s rare for me to feel somewhat stale in a “relationship” already when I don’t see the other person often, but for some reason I do. Maybe I should give it time and see where it goes and make a decision from there (which probably make all you men readers out there who have been “chasing me” feel a bit relieved, and to whom I would like to deeply apologize to, since I had thought you all were just trying to get into my pants)…we’ll se how it goes…

History of a Closet Nympho - Part II

In college, I struggled with my sexual side. I was definitely a closet case – a full-fledged virgin who hadn’t done anything sexual beside masturbate frequently, or the occasional make-out session. I hadn’t even had anyone go south of my neck, let alone in my pants!! It was very difficult for me to accept the sex freak in me because of my very strict and religious Christian upbringing – you know the kind, the ones who went to church every week, was told premarital sex was a sin and that you should wait until marriage, the kind that told you that sex was wrong, that it was only for procreation, blah blah blah. Back then, I was still struggling with whether I was going to accept their religion or decide to live my life my own way. I felt as if I was being pulled into two different directions, and it was hard for me to make a decision and not look back. Although, as I look back on things now, I saw myself rebelling away from my parents’ beliefs each and every year, feeling very resentful that I always felt I was the black sheep with my friends who always celebrated Christmas, Easter, went to all the dances and games on Friday nights, and I felt I was missing out. It was lame being the only one not really having a life, sharing a common ground with my friends, because I was held back by my parents’ strict upbringing, which was ruled by a leather belt and a long list of do’s and don’t’s, with no questions asked.

Until Eric came along. Back then, I completely fell head over heels for him, even though my intuition told me that eventually he would hurt me very badly (which ended up being true). The sexual connection I had with him was so strong that I couldn’t resist it. It was hard to not touch him, kiss him, be physically connected with him in a way that it took over my whole being. I couldn’t focus, and as first loves go, it was a great first love experience, but once it was over, I crashed and burned like an Amazonian forest.

However, I have to thank Eric in a way – without him, I wouldn’t have never experienced so many sexual experiences. He was my first everything – almost: first love, first sex session, first blowjob, first getting pussy eaten, first missionary, first doggy style, first…so many things that I can’t even name them all here. It was insane, for 3 years I learned a lot of my sexual side that I didn’t know existed. Although I must admit, even through those 3 years, the full sexual beast in me hadn’t completely awoken, because I still had problems with porn, threesomes, orgies, sex in public, etc. that came later on. In those 3 years, it was great foundation for me to build up my sexual prowess and suck up information like a sponge, becoming more and more like a sex encyclopedia and learning from my mistakes.

So there you have it folks – a pretty updated autobiography about my sexual evolution. Thanks for reading!

Veronica Urbana on “The Dr. Phil Show”??

The strangest thing just happened to me recently. While on vacation, I had checked my Gmail account and found an e-mail from a producer on the “Dr. Phil Show” who had wanted me to a guest on a special episode they were doing about women and the reasons why they had sex. This particular producer had read my blog (yes, this blog) and wanted me to fly to Los Angeles to do a taping with a bunch of other women discussing the 21st century woman’s sexual issues.

The first thing on my mind at that point in time was a lot of skepticism. How could someone out there want MY opinions about sex? I am but a lone writer out in cyberspace, writing about sex, and am part of a throng of thousands out there who do the same thing I do. I don’t have the biggest blog hit-rank on the ‘Web, I’m not as big as, say my idol Abby Lee, I’m just a sex-blog writer who does this as a hobby and that’s basically it. However…

I must admit I was pretty curious. It was tempting to see how far this would go, if this very out-of-the-norm offer was actually real. So I wrote him back…and he responded. He wanted me to fly down to a taping of the “Dr. Phil Show” and talk about my blog and my opinions of sex (which, as all of you know, are many). I was totally going to go for it, except…

I realized that I am an anonymous writer. There are few (and very few, I hope), who know my real identity, and I prefer to keep it that way. There are a lot of reasons why I would wish to remain anonymous (the obvious reason being that I wouldn’t want to be harassed/discriminated/disowned by friends/family/acquaintances/bosses/co-workers who would probably be appalled by my behavior and would rather think I was a “dirty slut” and needed to pray to Jesus/Allah/Buddha/Krishna/etc. to wash my sin away, in that retrospect) and it would be hard to keep myself anonymous on that show. On the flip side of the coin, the chance to promote this blog and to have more readers would be a great thing, to somehow make some mark in this world. Plus, a free trip to LA, including airfare/hotel/food sounded really hard to resist. It just sounded like a great experience.

So I debated for a few days. It was difficult to make a decision since I had a lot to weigh. I honestly didn’t want my parents and the majority of my friends to know who I was on that show, and I wanted to spare them that embarrassment of seeing their only daughter broadcasted on national television that she was a sex experimentalist. It was not something that I wanted them to do, and coming from an Asian background, they would lose so much face that I would rather spare them the embarrassment. So I would only go on the show IF they could completely make me anonymous (blacking out my face and changing my voice). And I was ready for the go and to sign the dotted line, until I got a call back from the producer and they unfortunately changed the whole format of the episode to just be married couples with sex problems. In a way, they made my decision for me, which definitely made me very relieved. Although, they still have my contact information, just in case the idea is placed back on the table, and it’ll give me more time to think about things, digest the possibility of going on TV about my blog, and also add more content on these pages as I add more fans of this blog.

So this is to all my readers – for any of you who know who I am/know what I look like, etc., I implore you: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO NOT RELEASE ANY OF MY PERSONAL INFORMATION!! I wish to remain anonymous for a reason, and if someone “OUTS” me, NOT ONLY WILL I CLOSE DOWN THIS SITE FOREVER, BUT I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND STALK YOU LIKE SOME CRAZY EX-LOVER WHO WILL NEVER LET YOU GO!! And of course none of you want that, since I know you all love the content I place on this page…

And that is the story of how I almost ended up on the Dr. Phil Show. How random is that??

Thank you for listening, I will have more soon! :-)

UPDATE: Veronica Urbana is still here!!

To my very loyal fans:

I’m so very sorry that I haven’t been updating this page for the past few months. My life took a personal hit as I became a bit withdrawn from life and trying ways to figure out what to do with my life. I guess you can say life definitely overtook what I needed to do and what I wanted to do with my life, and of course the big blow-off from Chris took a huge chunk out of my self-esteem. I didn’t feel sexy or appreciated, I was exhausted and depressed and for some reason, didn’t want to be considered just a sex object, but more of a human being. However…

I will have to admit that I, Veronica Urbana has met someone. Not that he’s my boyfriend, but it’s someone that I really like and have been spending time with. Veronica Urbana may be headed towards something she hasn’t been into in a while…a relationship.

Not to disappoint my loyal fans (and for every man or woman who wants to taste my juicy ass and pound me with either a lengthy dildo or their 16-inch cock), but I need something more than being a piece of meat. I’m starting to want to settle down and find someone who won’t just leave me after a night of endless passion and then go forward into those lonely nights. I want someone who will still be there after the sex is over and hold me, and tell me that everything’s going to be alright.

I know that my stories have been very nil the past few months, but I have a few stories to share, so the stories will be back within the next few weeks, I promise! If not, you can bombard my inbox at sex.confessions69@gmail.com pleading for more stories…just as long as they’re not loaded with typos or ghetto IM talk, or ask me to meet you at a hotel room to suck your dick then get pounded by your lame-ass, then the stories may have to wait…:-)

So get ready, because Veronica is BACK and better than ever!!

Sexless Blues

Lately, it seems as if my sex-filled self has been missing. For once, I feel like I’m in a sexless rut, all of a sudden. The images of sex that used to be easily conjured and physically felt haven’t been present lately, and it’s made me wonder about it, more than once.

There have been many nights where I’ve been lying naked in my bed, touching myself, and I feel my clit raw and rough. No matter of rubbing would make my sexual desire rise from within me, and I feel frustrated. In my tired brain, I think of a sexual scenario in my head, something from my recent past, and I can’t fully conjure the visual – it’s as if I can see it in my head, but it’s clouded in a fuzzy haze, and the emotional attachment that made me see that visual in my head seems as if it were far away, like I was watching frame snapshots move across a screen, then disappear into my mind’s abyss.

Maybe that Chris incident has left me feeling a bit numb about sex. Maybe I’m just a bit disappointed that he called me again, after not hearing from him, only to reach his voice mail once again a few days later. Maybe I’m the type who needs to be emotionally stimulated to feel the sexual rush, feeling like the Energizer bunny, charging with sexual tension and desire. Maybe it’s the fact that I haven’t felt sexy in a while, and I’m needing a little attention. Maybe I’m just feeling a bit lonely and want someone near me to cuddle up in my bed, surrounded by a blanket, naked under the sheets. Maybe I just need someone who’s around a little more, to make me feel like a natural woman.

For once, the sex confessor is confessing that she is feeling sexless right now, and a bit lonely.

I guess we all have to suffer through the sexless blues, and it’s not fun…it’s hard to not feel wanted when she really would like to, but then again, what can I do about it?

Sex as Art

A few weeks ago, I had a discussion with a friend about the merits of sex being a creative outlet for human inspiration, and should be a valid artistic output in comparison to music, theatre, media, and the visual arts. Although human nature tends to look at sex as either a procreative act or a recreational act, no one can deny the fact that sex can be looked as another creative output to express emotions reaching the human soul.

What is art, you may ask. Art, in my humble opinion, is another outlet for humans to convey emotions without the use of words, or a human language. There are so many words in a language, but there are sometimes not enough words to fully express an emotion or capture a moment in time. It is a wave of momentary frames, ebbing in and out of one’s hindsight, and disappearing in a blink of an eye. And sex, at times, can definitely feel that way.

Think back to some of your best sexcapades. What was it about those sexcapades that you remember the most about? Was it the way you touched each other? Or the way she clasped you onto a bedpost and clamped your nipples until you cried, “mercy,” while dripping candle wax on your chest? Was it the way he brushed your legs with his hands? Or the way he slid into your pussy, slowly, while he intently stared into your eyes, locking for just one moment? All that, in my opinion, is art.

Art and sex can be connected to so much physical emotion that it can be overlooked, and sex can only be considered art if both parties are at one with each other – not necessarily that they are at one forever and ever, but at one for that one moment, both parties in sync, and they feel the same thing at that one moment in time, and not just the physical, but the emotional as well. I can admit, there were quite a few sexcapades where I didn’t feel the sex was art, but only a way to convey a physical need, selfishly wanting to ease each other’s sexual desire, rather than wanting that other person on an emotional level.

There are so many ways sex can and can’t be art, and it can differ from person to person. One person may see one form of sex as art, while another person wouldn’t. Just like art, sex can be controversial and can vary depending on the person. And sex, like art, can either be beautiful or ugly and unsatisfying, and all completely based on opinion.

In my eyes, there are many ways to have sex, but to have sex be an artform is a totally different venue altogether. All the stars may have to align, and the emotions and movements may have to be just right in order for sex to be considered an artform for me. Maybe I just need to find a sex partner who will be more than happy to help me make “sex art”…

FuBu Game-Playing

I’m so sorry that I haven’t been able to update the blog the past week, I have been pretty busy with work and kind of ticked off with the whole “dating”/fubu game that I haven’t been able to finish my “Sensual Touch” sexcapade, and it had kind of left a bad taste in my mouth. Hopefully my readers haven’t been wondering as to where I’ve been lately.

So yes, I went out on a date with someone who I thought wasn’t an asshole, had a good vibe with on the first date, had a second date with the person, fooled around…and then I sense him playing games. You know, like leaving voicemails in the middle of the day, saying he’ll call later, and then you try to call him back and he never answers the phone, or he leaves his IM on, but he never responds back…and that type of thing ticks me off. I am the type of person that doesn’t play games, and for someone to lie and say that he doesn’t do that is quite a strike against his character. It’s too bad, since he had potential to be a steady sex partner, but if he’s reading this and he thinks I’m wrong, then he’ll have to go and explain himself to prove me wrong, but I’ve gone ahead and deleted him off my phone. It’s such a shame…tsk tsk tsk

Then again, being in the current situation I’m in, I end up thinking about what I did wrong. Did I do something wrong on the technique? Did I say something to tick him off? What did I do? Things like just make me feel very insecure and very unsexy…and I would prefer for someone to be a man enough to tell me honestly what went wrong rather than being a pussy and playing games. I DO NOT like game playing, it is the shittiest thing to do, PERIOD.

So here I am, trying to find another person to fuck who isn’t your typical “I love your tits, I wanna fuck you, do you do webcam?” bullshitter that you find off the street. Men need to realize that women will NOT go for that bullshit. It’s like being hit on at a club, you don’t feel attractive when men say that, you feel like a piece of meat instead. Yes, everyone wants a piece of ass, but if you’re going be treated like a carcass rather than a woman, then forget about it. I’m a woman with feelings, and you’re gonna have to wine us, dine us, and treat us right before we put out some ass. That’s how it works, boys, so learn how to do it the right way rather than shelling out some stupid pickup lines that you learned from a slam book from elementary school.

There need to be more interesting, intelligent men out there who aren’t assholes to take me in…no more assholes, please!! If you play games, it’s time to toss you out the window, bro…

Sexcapade Files #20: Sensual Touch - Part II

Chris and I were cuddled against each other, and he drifted off into a snore-filled sleep. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, mainly hearing someone snore, sleeping in a bed that I wasn’t used to, and the fact that I haven’t slept next to someone since Eric and I broke up, I stayed awake tried to turn slowly without waking him up. A few times were successful, but one major turn woke him up, and he started to murmur.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m fine, just getting comfortable,” I said. I placed my head on the crook of his arm, and had and I conversed a little through his sleep-induced haze.

I felt the urge to grab his cock and rub it, just feeling its softness. My, it had been a long time since I had touched a cock like his – uncut, of average length, but it was thick. It reminded me a bit of Eric’s cock, the fact that it grew in my hands, peeking from its foreskin shield, and then growing to about 7inches in length. It was the type of cock that I felt may be able to hit my g-spot perfectly, and I winced at the fact that I couldn’t fuck that cock right now until my period went away. I rubbed and teased it softly with my fingertips, slowly circling around the head, lubricating it with precum until it became slippery and slick.

“Oh baby, that feels so good,” he said. (At this point, my ears started to wince whenever he said the words “Oh baby”…maybe I’m not used to hearing someone talk so much during sex…)

I lifted my head and kissed him on the lips, and once again, our lips touched and rolled against each other, as I felt one of his hands hit sharply on my ass. My, did that feel good. He did it again, and that pleasurable pain of being hit was too enjoyable to pass up. My tongue traveled toward his cheek, and my tongue touched his ear, teasing it with the tip of my tongue, nipping it with my lips, the I moved southward, licking his shoulder and down his arm, until I picked up his hand and sucked the tips of his fingers, one by one, teasing the webs of his fingers with my tongue, and then sliding them into my mouth, deep-throating each finger until all four were in my mouth. I let them go, and continued to lick his stomach, teasing his love handles by flicking them with the tip of my tongue, and then finding my way back to his cock head, licking it slowly and sucking it with my mouth.

“Baby, I want to fuck your breasts,” he said.

With his cock being hard as a rock, I placed his cock in between my breasts, pressed them together, and jerked his cock, while it slid, his cock head peeping in and out. He began to thrust, so I followed his jerks while he titty-fucked me, and I tried to lick his cock every time it appeared at the top of my breasts.

I let go, and he said, “We should get some more sleep,” and I agreed. Again, being comfortable in his arms, I fell into another fitful sleep, wondering what else would come next this night…

Sexcapade Files #19: Sensual Touch - Part I

Last night, I’ve begun venturing into the realm of tantric sex by being with Sex Partner # 7. What was a friendly and harmless date turned out to be an almost night-long session of sensual touch and foreplay.

I had met Chris from an online dating site, and this was my second date with him, which was more an invitation to hang out and play Rockband with some friends. After a few hours, and the friends had left, he and I were left alone in the living room, sitting very close to each other on the couch, side by side. He softly leaned over and kissed my arm, and asked if I wanted to stay over (which of course, knowing me, I was tempted to see what this new guy had in store for me). I agree, and followed him upstairs. He quickly changed into his sleeping clothes, and I begun to undress, mainly to tease him.

“You don’t mind if I sleep in the nude, do you?” I said (Of course he’s not going to mind, what guy in their right mind wouldn’t want a chick sleeping naked in their bed? I thought.) His eyes wandered to my bare breasts, hanging free after removing my bra, as he stared at them, his mouth slightly agape.

“Wow,” he said. I removed everything except my underwear (unfortunately, I was on my period, and there was no way in hell I was taking it off and having his bed look like a murder scene) and lay on his bed, with a blanket wrapped under my breasts. He lay right beside me, smiled, leaned into kiss my lips and said, “I wonder how good you’d be sucking my cock.”

Our kisses became fervent, and our tongues touched, flicking each other. “Do you really want to know?” I asked.

I wrapped my arms around him, as we kissed, and felt his manly hands brush my back lightly, sending shocks of sensation in circles on my back. I reached down, and rubbed my hand on his cock from the outside of his shorts.

“Oh baby, yes, rub my cock, rub my cock,” he said, in a musky Jeff Stryker-esque voice.

I pushed down his shorts, and stretched my arm to squeeze and jerk his cock, and as he continued his Jeff Stryker-esque sex chant, I pushed my face forward toward his cock, and placed it in my mouth. It felt soooo good to suck another cock, and as I twisted my way around, wrapping my fist around his cock, and my teeth and tongue teasing the underside of his head, he lunged forward, and in a louder, more frantic voice, he emphatically phrased an “OH MY GOD, FUCK, THAT FEELS SO GOOD!” at the top of his hoarse, whispering voice. I guess I had definitely found his spot, as I do with every guy I sleep with.

But while I played with his head, he begun to go soft on me, and then I started to freak out (in my head, of course). Was I doing something wrong? Why is he going soft? And then I would frantically jerk him back into a hard submission, my mouth sucking inward and pulsing roughly, shove him down my throat as gently thrust his penis toward the back of my throat, I felt slightly more confident about my skills yet again.

After a while, I had begun to venture southward with my mouth. I spread his legs open slightly, and begun to lick the inside of his thighs, the creases between his thighs and pelvis, and then licking southward toward his feet, flicking his skin underneath a spread of hair, moving up and down his legs, sucking his dick again in my mouth, then moving toward his stomach, brushing my fingertips on his skin, my hands swirling slowly on his stomach, venturing towards his love handles, and he softly giggled. Sensing that I found one of his erogenous spots, I ventured toward the other side and he giggled again. With my head bent, my lithe tongue frantically darted on his skin, I glided my wide tongue on his ticklish spot and he moaned with, “Oh my god,” over and over again.

“I think I found an erogenous zone,” I said. “Basically, if you find your partner’s ticklish spots, and then lick them, they get turned on.”

“Wow, that feels so fucking good,” he said. I lowered my back onto the pillow, and he leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips, slightly pecking my lips, our tongues wrestling as we wrapped our arms around each other, and softly his fingertips were slowly running down my shoulders and arms and venturing toward my back, erotically charging me as he brushed against ultra-sensitive spots on my back, and I gasped and heaved, feeling weightless from his touch, my arms wrapped around his waist, as my body arched with his touch, his tongue flicking my skin. I lay nestled on his chest, holding on to him for leverage, as I gasped and moaned and heaved sexually-charged sighs, breathless of the electric pleasure of his fingertips brushing onto my skin. The feeling felt magnetic. He stopped and kissed me on the lips, each kiss with a gradual sexual urgency, and turned me onto my back. With his fingertips, I felt his fingertips roll my left nipple with his hand, teasing the ends of the nipple, then squeezing it slowly. His head moved to my right breast, and while I watched him engulf my nipple with his mouth, I felt his tongue flicking the nipple, and then swirling it around the nipple, and I gasped. His hand traveled south and felt his hand reach under my underwear.

“Oh my god, you’re so wet,” he said. I cringed at hearing it, wondering if he forgot that I had told him that I was on my period, and that he was rubbing my clit with a layer of blood. Although part of me cringed, another part of me was highly enjoying his fingers rub my clit, charging my erotic juices flowing. He then inserted one finger, then two, then three into my vagina, thrusting his hand as I moaned and heaved, my back arching as his mouth sucked my nipple and his fingers rubbed my clit.

I heard the bed creak, and felt the bed moved as I felt his cock rubbed my thigh, leaving a sticky trail of precum seeping from his head. He rubbed faster and faster, poking my thigh, and a trail of clear cum dripped from his cock in spurts. He rose, and a trail of sticky cum stretched from the bed sheet to his dick, and lay down beside me, our arms and legs surrounding each other, as our lips met with soft kisses.

“Oh my god, that felt so good,” he whispered. With my head nestled on his chest, and our arms and legs wrapped around each other, we drifted into sleep…but the night wasn’t over yet…

Sexcapade Files #18: Squirt Waterfalls

For the longest time, I had known that I knew how to squirt in my early 20s, and I wasn’t sure if that was normal. I would be lying on my bed, rubbing my clit with my slick cum, dipping my fingers into my vagina, back and forth, until I would feel my pussy muscles clench and I would gasp and bite my lip from the pleasure, and then, suddenly, a gush of watery liquid would come out from me, and the wetness would spread onto my bed sheets as if I had wet the bed like a three-year old. I wasn’t sure what that was until it happened one night with Eric.

Eric and I had been touching each other that night – lying side by side, naked on the bed, he and I were kissing, wrestling with our tongues and biting lips, sucking the tip of his tongue, when I had reached down to stroke his penis. It was already hard when I had decided to stroke it, and drops of precum were glistening on his head. I smeared the precum on his head, gently rubbing it back and forth, and massaging his head with my hands when he broke our kiss, moved in between my legs, and began to lick my pussy.

He pulled the skin flat from my clit and licked the undersides of my clit, then rapidly flicked it back and forth with the tip of his tongue. Then he took his lips and sucked my clit, massaging it with his lips, while he dipped two of his large fingers into my wet pussy. My head bent back, a moan escaped my lips, and I held onto the bed sheets tightly, feeling my pussy clench onto his fingers, while his fingertips scratched my g-spot, clenching tighter and tigher, until my pussy exploded – a gush of water flowed out from my pussy and spilled onto the bed sheets, wetting the bed.

Eric’s head shot up from between my legs and exclaimed: “You just squirted!”

“Squirted? What’s that?” I said, so afraid that I peed on the bed.

“It’s when a woman shoots liquid from her pussy, just like what you did,” he said.

“Are you saying that it’s not pee? Serious?!” I said.

“Wow babe, you definitely are one hell of a porn star, you just squirted! Awesome!” he said.

So from that day forward, I wasn’t ashamed when I “wet” the bed…

Sexcapade Files #17: Two Entrances, No Exits

Throughout my relationship with Eric, we had ventured into the world of anal sex, something that I had always told myself I would never do just because it was utterly painful. After a while, with a lot more sex experience under my belt, I felt that I was ready for it, and that I could take the pain, just to feel what it was like to be fucked in the ass.

It was an experience to definitely die for. I loved the new sensations my ass gave me when I was stuffed with a dick. I felt my ass cheeks squeezing around Eric’s dick, as it would pulse, and the orgasm surprisingly was a different sort – it was intense, but it was a gradual orgasm, not like the ones I felt up my pussy, which were hard and rocking once the right spot was hit.

One night, Eric and I were fucking in the usual way: he would kiss me, and then move downward toward my breasts, biting them and teasing my nipples until they were hard, moving his tongue along my stomach and waist, then tease me with his tongue on my clit, feeling his goatee scratch against my pussy lips. His lips would pinch my clit, massaging it until I came, and then enter his engorged cock into my pussy, hitting my g-spot over and over until I came, overcome with the power of the g-spot, convulsing and whimpering from my climax, thrusting over and over again after my very long orgasm.

After a while, he pulled out, and told me to flip over. I got down on my hands and knees on the bed, and he said, “I want to try something new tonight, both of your holes are going to get fucked.”

“Really?” I said, between breaths. “How do you suppose we do that?”

”Just trust me,” he said. He inserted his forefinger into my ass, and I moaned from the sharp pain and the pleasure, as he relaxed my asshole with his finger, thrusting it slowly, in and out, while he took his other hand and thrust two fingers into my already wet and sticky pussy. I whimpered even more, hanging onto the headboard for dear life, while I wriggled through another climax, feeling my pussy and ass clamp together, in uneven pulses, feeling the two climaxes together made me hazy with my sexual desire.

Slowly, he removed his fingers from my pussy and inserted another finger into my asshole. My, did it feel good. His fingers stretched my asshole, feeling the sharp pain, but also feeling the sensation of his hands stretching my ass cheeks and his fingers thrusting in and out, pausing a few times to enter my pussy to lubricate them, then entering again to feel his fingers dip in and out of my asshole.

Then, I felt his cock nudging into my asshole, and he slowly entered, bit by bit, as I moaned in pain as he entered inside of me. It took a while as more and more of his cock was in my ass, pausing every few seconds for me to get used to it, until he was fully inside of me. He waited a few more moments until he started to gently thrust into my ass, feeling my ass cheeks tightening as he rocked himself inside of me, and then eventually, ramming into my ass, feeling my ass cheeks squeeze around his cock, as I hung onto the bed post for dear life, moaning and whimpering until he slowed down and paused.

He reached over to his desk and pulled out our favorite sex toy – his black flashlight – and slid it into my pussy. It felt good to feel the cold plastic sliding inside of me, pulling it in and out, and then he pushed it enough to where it would stay in place.

“Hold onto the tip of the flashlight for me, I don’t want it sliding out,” he said. As he fucked me from behind, I pushed the flashlight into me while I hung on to the headboard, feeling full as he fucked my ass into oblivion, and the orgasm gradually overtook me, my ass cheeks convulsing even more as I screamed through my ass orgasm.

“I’m going to cum!” he breathlessly said. He pulled out of my ass and shot cum all over my back, feeling the sticky white cum drip hot drops slide into my ass crack. After wiping me down, we both collapsed on the bed, exhausted from our interesting ass fuck.

Now I know what it feels to have two entrances and no exits, all at the same time…

The Mismatched Sex Partner Problem

It seems as if it’s difficult to find a sex partner you can trust that has the same interest in sex as you do. You may be attracted to that person, you may love to fuck that person, but sometimes it seems as if the person you’re with isn’t into the same sex interests that you’re into. It’s like the equilibrium has changed, the pendulum constantly swaying, while you’re wanting to try different things, and your partner isn’t.

Being stuck in a rut when it comes to sex is such a frustrating thing. Often, when you’re in a romantic relationship, sometimes you just don’t want to do the same missionary/blowjob/pussy eating/in bed thing that you’ve always done. Sometimes you want to try a new sex game, or be tied up in bed, or want to fuck in a different “venue”, or want to bring in a third party, etc…and someone isn’t willing or wanting to spoil the fun. And then, you feel like an ass because you’re always the one making up new ideas, and you’re stringing along your partner because your partner is just too lazy or too scared or just isn’t imaginative enough to do something new in the sack, and you end up doing the same old boring thing.

Don’t get me wrong – sex is an awesome experience. I wouldn’t turn down a good fuck at all (mind you, key word here is “good”, LOL). But sometimes, the same type of sex over and over and over again can get kind of…well...STALE. You definitely want to try something new once that happens, right?

I run into that problem quite often, and I believe there are a lot of you that do too. I understand that there will be things that you aren’t willing to do, and there will be some disagreements, and that’s fine. What frustrates me is the fact that some people aren’t willing to try something new.

What is it about experimentation in sex that scares people away? Is it the fact that they don’t want to be labeled as a “sex freak”, an abnormal type of person in society? That we all have to share the same types of sexual frustrations, fuck the same way, through all the rigid avenues of the whitest of vanilla sex? That just seems like a boring way to live life, in my honest opinion.

The mind is such a sexual organ, and if we don’t use that, we are wasting our sexual lives away. Even if all you want to do is vanilla sex, you could think of surprising your partner with a trail of sexy notes in all of his pockets, or leaving a cum-soaked lacy thong under his pillow, or play some kind of sexual foreplay…or better yet, experiment with a whip and a paddle, decked in leather…

There is nothing wrong with stretching your imagination and experimenting in sex. Be willing to open your minds and expand your sexual limitations, and learn something new about sex, and about yourself. Listen to your partners, maybe you may find out about something new that you’ll want to add to your sex favorites!!

Sexcapade Files #16: The Peppermint Mishap

Have you ever had a sex experience where you felt “minty fresh” at the end? After this tale, you would never be able to watch a Listerine or Scope commercial the same way…

One Friday evening, I was planning on driving home to see my parents for the weekend, and I was watching TV with Eric at our apartment, when I had a splitting headache. I was lying on the couch, shutting my eyes, and contemplating whether I would drive home that night, with every last living brain cell not completely occupied with this splitting headache I was suffering from. I had asked Eric to grab some Tylenol and some peppermint oil from the bathroom cabinet (Tylenol for me to swallow, and peppermint oil to rub on my head, I was such a hippie). After I swallowed the pills, I opened the canister of peppermint oil, and tipped it over onto my head, not realizing that quite a bit of the oil spilled on my face, and had gotten into my eyes!

My eyes felt as if they were on fire! Forgetting that I even had a headache for the time being, I was running around, trying to find water, walking around with my eyes closed, feeling the pain of the peppermint’s cold sensation in my eyes, walking around in agony trying to get to the bathroom sink to douse my eyes, screaming in pain. I found myself in front of the bathroom sink, running cup after cup of water over my eyes for minutes on end until my eyes were not feeling as minty fresh and cold.

Eric had felt bad about this experience, so he had decided to lay me down onto the bed and said that he was going to run up a bubble bath for me. As I was on the bed, I could hear him clattering in the bathroom, rummaging for bath bubbles, running the water in the tub, and about fifteen minutes later, I felt his hands around me, leading me to the bathtub, pulling off my clothes, and placing me into the tub, surrounded by bubbles. Minutes later, I felt him sit behind me, and he held me in his arms, his hands rubbing my head, as I was feeling very relaxed.

Pretty soon, I was beginning to feel cold, as if a breeze was blowing through the bathtub.

“Does it feel cold in here?” I asked Eric.

“No, it’s pretty warm to me,” he said.

“Then why am I shivering?” I asked him. “What did you use for this bubble bath?”

“I found that large bottle with blue gel in the cabinet where you put all of your bath supplies,” he said.

“Oh no, that’s peppermint bubble bath! No wonder it’s getting so cold in here,” I said. Of course, I wanted to fight it out, shivering as I was, to take the minty coldness in that tub, but a few minutes later, I was shivering more than ever. Eric held me closer to keep me warm.

“By the way, how much of that bath gel did you use?” I asked.

“Almost all of the bottle,” he said.

“What?!” I exclaimed. By now, my teeth were chattering, and I felt as if the temperature dropped down to below zero. I jumped out of the shower and ran naked to the bed, and buried myself in three blankets, trying to keep myself warm. I felt the chill of air, my whole body covered in mint, feeling like a giant Altoid mint.

Soon, Eric’s hands dug to find me underneath the blankets, and he held me in his arms, naked as he was, feeling his chest press against my breasts, and his cock getting larger in between my legs…

“Maybe I should try warming you up another way,” he said. His fingers found my pussy, as he stuck two fingers inside of me, teasing my g-spot, feeling myself get wetter as he played around inside of me, and I heard myself moan. Feeling his fingers wet from that pussy play, he rubbed his fingers on my swollen clit, rubbing it back and forth, in a circular motion, as his mouth found my breast, sucking the nipple, and biting it with his mouth. He then took his engorged cock, slid it against my wet pussy, and began to thrust.

I lay on my back, hanging onto his legs for dear life, as we fucked underneath three blankets, feeling his cock thrust inside of me, my arms around his back as he shoved himself into me, going from soft strokes to hard strokes then back to soft strokes, thrusting himself into me more and more, feeling the minty feeling of a peppermint sex session fade away as he thrust himself more and more, the minty feeling in my pussy and his dick thrusting away gave me a climax that I had never felt before – the feeling of a winter wind chill climax.

Soon, he was reaching his peak, and he came inside of me, both of us panting away the coldness, the pain, and our after-sex glow.

“I’m so sorry for putting the whole bottle in the bathtub, V,” he apologized. “I didn’t know that that was peppermint bath bubbles.”

”It’s okay, at least my headache’s gone and I’m feeling a lot better,” I said.

“I wonder what made your headache go away, the peppermint or the sex?” he mused.

“I have no idea, but this night would definitely be an interesting sex story,” I laughed.

And as I slowly fell asleep from that peppermint sex fiasco, I realized that this would be something I can laugh about in time, indeed…

Sexcapade Files #15: Dirty Feet, Duct Tape and Handcuffs

Before Jesse, I knew very little about the outside realms of vanilla sex. To me, being able to achieve a more potential knowledge in sex was to tackle a new position, role play, or foreplay, but rarely did I go through anything like I went through with Jesse – I was a little horny thing, always wanting to be the submissive one, always wanting to be the receiver, always being the feminine one, by being cute and sexy.

Things changed once I started fucking Jesse. I completely did not expect the things he had wanted me to do. I had opened up a new door of BDSM.

Back then, I did not know what it was about. I knew a little about it – there was always a master and a slave, and it had to do with a lot of hitting, and a lot of punishment. The master would hit the slave so much that the slave would have to give the signal as to how much they can take, and their sexual pleasure is derived from the pain, or the pain threshold. The only thing I was able to do in BDSM before Jesse was when Eric tied me up on the few occasions we would play around with bondage. I guess I only a very small pinprick of the iceberg in regard to that issue.

Jesse was definitely in the BDSM realm. First of all, he was a sub, and he wouldn’t get off with vanilla sex (and believe me, we tried)…mounting me from top like your average horny guy would not work with him. Second, he enjoyed being whipped and hit with a rubber pom-pom whip, being shackled by his wrists and ankles with Velcro cuffs. Third, he had a MAJOR foot fetish – he loved having women’s feet dragging over his face, smelling them after being in shoes all day. Fourth, he could not get off unless he was choked by sexual asphyxiation.

The first time I had a session with Jesse, I really needed to be taught what to do. It was hard learning something completely foreign, and while I was young and not completely understanding the art, the more I did it with him, the more I began to appreciate the art of BDSM. Although I may not know much, but as the years go by, I began to understand and appreciate the art a lot more, and hope to do some more in the future with a dom that could teach me more about the art, but I digress…

In this post, I’ll describe to you my most memorable session with Jesse (this is right before the Sex Club Expedition), and it’s the most memorable mainly because I still have the pictures of that last session in my hard drive to remember how hot it was (although very amateurish, compared to “expert” BDSM).

When Jesse entered the room, I was already wearing a black corset with matching g-string thong. He walked in, and pulled him to his knees.

“Tonight, you will call me Mistress. Whatever I say you will have to obey,” I said to him.

“Yes, Mistress,” he said.
“Stand up, and take off your clothes,” I said.

“No, Mistress! I will not!” he said.

“Bitch! Do you want to get smacked?” I yelled.

“Yes, Mistress!” he said. I hit him with the rubber whip on his upper back.

“Take off your clothes, now!” I commanded. He stood up, removed his clothes quickly.

“Hug the pillow with your arms and legs!” I commanded. He obeyed, and I moved towards him, shackled his ankles around the pillow, and tied his wrists around the pillow with rope.

“Bitch, is this what you want, little slave? Do you want to get punished?” I yelled. He remained silent.

“Slave, I’m commanding you to speak! Do you want this whip to color your ass red?” I cried.

”Yes, Mistress!” he responded. The whip hit him smartly on the ass, stroke after stroke, in hard smacks. They came one after another, until his thigh area was colored red, with a few darker red streaks from the whip.

“Turn over, Slave! I’m not done with you yet until I haven’t covered the other side of your ass!!” I yelled. The whip landed onto his thigh, and hearing him cry out, louder after every hit of the whip, made me feel greedily powerful. Soon, this thigh was red, and the redness covered the majority of his outer thigh, red streaks near his ass cheek. I was working it really well with him tonight.

“Slave, I will release you from your bondages, but only from your wrists. There are more punishments your way,” I said. I untied the rope and removed the pillow from between his legs.

“You may crawl to the bed and lie there, with your back on the bed,” I commanded. He got on his hands and knees, but since it took him a while to craw, I became agitated.

“You need to be faster, Slave!” I hit him on the buttocks, this time with an English riding crop. He finally collapsed on the bed.

“Slave, since this is our last session together, and you’ve been such a good slave, I will reward you tonight. Open your mouth,” I commanded.

I reached toward the foot of my bed and took out a used, dirty sock. I rolled it up into a ball, placed it in his mouth, took a piece of duct tape, and placed it over his mouth. His face lit up like a Christmas tree.
[Sidenote: To most of you, this seems pretty strange. Why did you place a dirty sock in his mouth, you ask. Honestly, this is one of Jesse’s fantasies. Because of his extreme foot fetish, one of his biggest fantasies was to have a dirty sock in his mouth and have his mouth duct taped shut, while having foot play on his face. Strange, but it’s true.]

“Do you like my reward, Slave?” I purred. I stood over his face, and with one foot, I massaged his face with my foot, squeezing his face muscles, placing it over his nose, and pinching his nose with my toes for a few seconds at a time so he could achieve a hard-on. My toes prodded his cheeks, the arch of my foot hovered his face, as I pressed his mouth and nose for him to choke for a few moments as he achieved a hard-on.

A few moments later, I crouched and positioned my pussy over his face, with my hands facing his dick. His legs were still very read from the beating I gave him, but it looked lovely. It was a proud moment in my short-lived BDSM experience, to see Jesse covered in red marks that were created by my hand.

My pussy lowered, as I sat on his face as he choked himself to an orgasm, my hands working on his dick to achieve his hard-on. After around twenty-seconds, my hands still jerking his dick back and forth, caressing his head and jerking his shaft, I felt his hand tap my ass to lift up as he gasped for air for a few seconds. Soon, my pussy once again choked him to reach an orgasm, staying on his face for much longer, as my hands work his dick, up and down, as he got harder with every pussy choke I made. I felt his hand tap my ass again – this time, his dick was getting harder, and with the third time, pussy choking him, my hands squeezing and jerking his dick nonstop, he finally came on his stomach, achieving orgasm. I released him from his binds, as he wiped away the milky cum.

Although this experience completely shows that I knew very little of BDSM, at least I learned something new about the art, and writing about this experience that happened more than 3 years ago made me realize that I understand BDSM more than I did back when I was younger and was doing BDSM with Jesse. I realized that it’s not just about hitting and whipping and creating pain – the sexual side of BDSM is all about mind control, and being able to achieve a sexual experience not just with pain, but with control and discipline. BDSM is about playing your role well, and experience sex not just with a physical body, but also with the mind.

For someone who had minimal experience with mainly vanilla sex, it wasn’t a bad experience at all. And in the subsequent days and years, rethinking my experiences, it had awaken a different side of me that I wished to one day learn, maybe I’m more of a sub than I thought I was…BDSM will definitely something I would possibly look into, not completely getting into the spirit, but to explore and discover more about the realm of BDSM wouldn’t entirely be a bad thing either…

Sexuality and Self-Respect

I’ve received some feedback from readers appalled at my behavior. From their standpoint, no “self-respecting” men would want to go for me after what I wish to do. Honestly, those comments infuriated me, and I figured it was high time for me to have my say about that situation, so people just shut the fuck up and mind their own business.

After receiving those comments, I pondered about that statement: what is a “self-respecting” human being? Is it being in a monogamous relationship, only having vanilla sex in the confines of a bedroom? Or is it a man having a chaste woman who knows very little about sex, so he can teach her how to pleasure specifically for his needs? Or is a self-respecting person really a person who accepts who he/she really is, and will do whatever he/she needs to do for his/her own personal satisfaction, just as long as he/she doesn’t hurt anyone?

Society has trained us from the day we were born till the day we die about how we should conduct ourselves. I understand the logic and agree with it to some degree, but how is it right to tell people how they should live their lives if it’s not hurting people? I loathe people that cheat on their partners, or marry the opposite sex even though they know they’re homosexuals, or marry then beat up their partners. That is blatantly wrong. But is it right for you to tell me what to do and judge me just because I want to fuck people in the way that I want to be fucked? Do you still have self-respect for yourself because you want to have a three-some or want to get fucked in a car?

I think it is. I feel that by doing those things, I’m respecting myself by being truthful to my personal needs. I don’t see anything wrong with what I’m doing, and people who are so narrow-minded by my insatiable need to be sexually desired in multiple settings can go fuck themselves, take a look inside of themselves and figure out the truth.

I can’t stand the contradictions of this society’s sexual double standard. How is okay for a “self-respecting” man to go off into the world, become conquerors for pussy, and women can’t? Why is it when a woman does the same thing, she doesn’t look like a “respectable” woman?

There is NOTHING wrong for women who achieve and search for their sexual desires. I think there should be more women out there that should, and I don’t care if a man feels intimidated by these women. They should be lucky that they have women like that, who aren’t afraid to try something new, to have someone that is willing to guide them into the sexual unknown. It’s infuriating to deal with men who wish to only have women to be chaste on the outside, but a sex freak in between the sheets.

What century do these people live in? We are not living in the time before Women’s Lib, where women were vassals of men’s pleasure, following and appeasing every whim and pleasure just for a man. Men need to fully accept and sink the idea into their heads that women are sexual individuals too, and that men are not the only ones that can go on conquests for lustful-only sex, just so they can get another notch on their belts.

As an independent woman living in the 21st century, I am exercising my right to fuck whoever I wish to fuck, in the way I choose. As a woman, I am respecting myself in the terms of my own sexuality. I am being truthful to myself, in my own wants and needs when it comes to sex. And I encourage and applaud other women out there to do the same, even if it is choosing not do what I plan to do when it comes to sex.

For anyone who thinks that no self-respecting man would ever want me, go ahead and look at yourselves for once, and clear up those “forbidden” desires that everyone in this world has. If you find my behavior appalling, then don’t read my blog. It’ll leave one less narrow-minded person judging me for my behavior, and the less of your kind there are, the better. I have better things to in my life than having to explain my behavior to gain your favor, but I’ll rant this once just for you to look inside yourselves, stop repressing your sex lives, and live life to the fullest. We all have one life to life. Stop judging and HAVE SEX!!

Comments? Let’s start a discussion. What do you all think?

Sexcapades To Do (and Don't) List

There are a few things on my sex list that I am still wanting to try to do, dreamed about doing, masturbated about them, et cetera. There are other things that I know that LIKE HELL I would never, ever do.

These are things on my Sexcapades To Do List:

- THREESOME!! I would prefer an MMF, but I wouldn’t cross off an FFM, either. I could say, that, just once, I have slept with a woman, in the context of a threesome.

- Be chained on a wall, both ankles and wrists, being tortured with a vibrator (I had seen a porno like that, and it was super hot), candle wax, and of course, a whip/paddle

- Role-play gang-rape (not a real one, of course) with myself and a bunch of guys

- Sex in a bathroom stall!! So many people have done it, it’s in movies (the hottest bathroom sex scene I’d ever seen was in the film “Unfaithful” with Dianne Lane and Olivier Martinez

- An orgy…not just being in a room with other couple having sex, but me being fucked by one guy, me sucking another, and giving a handjob to another, while that guy eats another girl’s pussy…and the list goes on

- Having sex on a sex swing or being suspended in the air

- Being fucked while holding on to a pull-up bar (similar to above)

- Having sex on a hood of a car (or inside a car)

- Having sex while sitting on top of a running washing machine or clothes dryer

- Me playing mistress, wearing a rubber suit, while torturing a fully-naked man, acting as my slave

- Sex on an airplane (ala Mile High Club)

- Sex in a bathtub, hot tub, or swimming pool

- Having sex (the whole shebang) at a sex club with a crowd of people watching

- Sex in the great outdoors (especially on the beach)

- Any position that I haven’t tried yet

- Japanese bondage (the right way)

- Having some kind of food licked off from me (ice cream, chocolate syrup, honey, whipped cream, etc)

And I intend to do most of these things before I settle down and get married.

Here are things that I will NEVER do (besides the obvious actual rapes, children and animals):

- Anything that involves cutting and blood (gross)

- Being shat upon (number 2)…(double gross)

- Anything that involves me shoving a tube down a guy’s cock (triple gross)

I may add to both of these lists, but those are the major ones right now, I may add to them as I continue on with my sexual journey…

Sexcapade Files #14: The Anniversary - Part III

He took me in his arms, and kissed me on the lips. I wrapped my arms around him, and he kissed me hungrily, our tongue touching and wrestling, as our lips moved in synchronization, moving our heads from one side to the other. As he kissed my neck, I felt his hand rolling my nipple around between his fingers, and I moaned louder and louder, as his hand began to squeeze my breast. His lips found my nipple, and as one hand squeezed one breast, he began to suck and flick the top of my nipple with his tongue, and I felt myself moan again. It felt sooooo good to have him suck my nipple, biting it gently, teasing it with his teeth, and then biting the surface of my breast a few times before sucking my nipple again. His lips found the other nipple, and he sucked and licked it again that I heard myself whimper and moan, louder as he teased my nipples into hard and erect nubs.

His lips went further south, and as he kissed my stomach and found the erogenous zones around my waist, he dipped two of his fingers into my wet and sticky pussy and wiggled them around, trying to find my g-spot. My back arched, moaning even louder, and my body began to shake from the orgasm that was building from inside of me. His thumb found my clit, and as he teased my inner thighs with his tongue, my pussy was getting wetter and stickier, feeling his fingers rotate inside of me, and his thumb rubbing back and forth on my pulsating clit.

His mouth found its way towards the arch of my feet, and up to the big toe. One by one, my toes were being sucked by his mouth, the crevices of my toes were licked by the tip of his tongue, and I felt my body shake and writhe around the bed, unable to contain myself with another mounting climax. His mouth explored my feet, one foot then the other, as his other hand continued to work my pussy, adding more and more fingers, until four of his fingers were in my pussy, teasing my g-spot, and I couldn’t help but scream as my pussy pulsed from the climax.

After the pulsing had gone away, he took his cock, and rubbed it from the outside, feeling the stickiness, then rubbing his head on my clit, and he lubricated himself with my wetness. Seconds later, I felt him inside of me, and as I felt his chest rub against my breasts, my legs fastened against his thighs, he thrusted into me as I felt another climax build its way up, faster and tigher, until I screamed at the top of my lungs, cumming so much that he pulled out, and shot his milky white cum all over my stomach and breasts.

He collapsed besides me, both of us panting and out of breath. After wiping cum off my stomach, we lay still for a while, looking into each other’s eyes, smiling after our second time that evening.

After a while, I leaned toward him, kissed him softly on the lips, and said, “I have one more surprise for you.”

“Really? What’s that?” he asked.

“Look under the bed, and tell me what you see.” I slyly said to him.

He rose, crouched to look underneath the bed, and found two bandanas tied against the feet of my bed.

“What are the bandanas for?” he asked.

“Well, do you want to tie me up and figure it out?” I purred.

He smiled, pulled me down, and laid me down of the floor. After tying my wrists with the bandanas, he whispered, “What do you want me to do with you?”

“You can do anything you want, you’re in control,” I said.

He kneeled between my legs and smartly spanked me on the thigh a few times. Then, holding on to my wrists, pinning me down, he began to suck my breasts again, biting harder this time. I screamed in pain, enjoying the sharp shooting feeling, as his teeth bit hard, leaving teeth marks on my breasts, my arms, my neck, moving south as he spanked my legs again, enjoying the feeling of this light slap fest.

“You’ve been such a bad girl tonight, you deserve to be punished,” he said.

“Please, don’t hurt me, I’m not a bad girl!” I feigned innocence.

He continued to slap my legs and breasts again. “How should I punish you?” he asked.

“Do whatever you feel you think you need to do to punish me,” I said.

He stood over me with his hard cock hanging in front of my face. I understood, and sucked his cock as he lightly thrusted into my mouth, sucking it hard as I tasted salty pre-cum oozing from the head, then he pulled out, hitting my face with his cock, and flicking his shaft with my tongue as his cock hit my cheeks and nose.

He moved back in between my thighs and shoved his already hard cock into my dripping pussy. As his arms pinned me down, he thrusted hard and roughly, biting my neck as he drove himself into me, harder and harder, feeling his rhythm, feeling his dick taking control of me, as I convulsed with orgasm, screaming louder and louder, until he pulled out again and soaked my face with his milky white cum, some into my mouth, and slid his cock into my mouth for me to suck the last remaining bits of cum from his cock. He collapsed on top of me, and after a few minutes, untied me from my binds and climbed back into bed together.

We were completely exhausted. We had made love three times that night, in 5 hours, and it was already past 3 am. It was like a marathon of sex, all different kinds of sex, and the sex was completely wonderful. I had never climaxed like that in my whole life. Our love for each other made the sex completely and utterly wonderful.

We both fell asleep in each other’s arms, the after sex glow still on our faces. It was a dream come true, enjoying such a romantic anniversary together, and definitely an anniversary that I will never forget.