There are times where I wish I could watch myself cum. Whenever I touch myself to rub my clit to a burning frenzy, I could feel legs buckle and shake from the explosion, my clit semi-protruded from its skin shield, and my pussy muscles pulse in a quick panic, the pleasure spreading from my pussy all the way to the top of my head and the tips of my toes, surrounding me with an adrenaline rush of anticipation and ever-so-enjoyable pleasure. I know I can FEEL myself cumming, but what about SEEING myself cumming? From all my sexcapades, I have never been able to watch myself cum, from the time I’m tickled and teased from the clit, to the slow transformation of my wetness turning into a frothy and sticky cum, seeing my pussy clenching and pulsing into a cascading climax. I had always wanted to know what it looked like, curious and half-jealous that men were able to see themselves come every time they touched themselves and jerked themselves until they exploded all over themselves, smearing sticky white cum on their stomachs, and women couldn’t.
Until the time I saw a porno of a woman cumming. It was the most mesmerizing thing, to watch a woman cum. To finally watch what it looked like, an unknown woman cumming similar to my own cumming, was amazing. So that’s what it looked like when I came, or close to it, minus the fact that it wasn’t my own pussy. To see something like that made me more understanding as to why a guy loved it so much when a girl came…her pussy was wet and sticky and her pussy would squeeze so much that a guy couldn’t contain himself not to come, no matter how hard he tried.
Mind you, I’m not a lesbian in any way. I don’t find myself wanting to eat girls’ pussies. But to quench a scientific curiosity to see what it looked like for a woman to cum made me finally realize how much it’s important for a guy for a girl to come. If a girl doesn’t come, the guy can’t enjoy it as much as he potentially could. Without the pussy pulsing, a guy can come, but come somewhat badly (if there is a term for it). Now that I know what it looks, I can envision myself cumming in the correct way in my head, without having to wonder what the hell actually goes on there.
It’s somewhat not fair that a guy can almost always see himself come. All he would have to do is whip it out in front of him, watch himself grow from flaccid to hard, watch the veins of his penis protrude, the surface of his balls grow wrinkly and hard as he’s on the brink of cumming. Girls have such a hard time having to watch themselves cum, they would have to find a mirror or stick a video camera zoomed on focus in order to watch it later just to see how they come, and I’m very, very jealous of that. I have always wanted to watch myself come, watch my pussy frantically pulse like as if it’s squeezing lemons. It’s something I would love to attain, maybe sometime, sooner or later.
Girls, what are your opinions or comments? Send them out to me, let’s start a poll or discussion: how many girls out there have had a curiosity with how they come? Shout it out, girls, let’s get the juices flowing and have girl talk (guys too, if they want)…
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Sex Fantasy #4: In Search of Satisfaction - Part IV
(Continuing from UKRoadrunner’s “In Search of Satisfaction - Part III: http://ukroadrunner.wordpress.com/2009/01/29/in-search-of-satisfaction-iii/)
Lizzie was scrutinizing herself in the mirror. Her long black hair, wavy and wet from earlier, was finally smoothed down to a straight finish, layered neatly alongside her round tanned face. She adjusted her large breasts, pressed them together, in order to create a deep cleavage on her chest, her breast snug deeply in the crisscross slings of her blue camisole-like top, which joined at the back of her neck in a knot. Her top flowed underneath her breasts like a lingerie teddy, made of a flowy, soft material, which hid the curves of her waist. She decided to go simple with her outfit, pairing her sexy top with a pair of white capris, her ass accentuated by the tightness of the material. Underneath her capris, she figured she would go the subtly sexy touch, a dark pinkish lacy thong underwear that rode in between her ass cheeks. Her feet were soft and painted lightly with a pearly touch, and matched it with tan leather thong sandals with a slight raised heel. Her ears gleamed with a touch of silver hoops, and she was perfecting her light, glossy lipstick to pair with a bit of violet and pink eye shadow. Wow, do I look hot, hope Jack likes this, she thought to herself. She smiled her sensual, naughty smile at the mirror, her reflection mimicking her, as she sprayed a bit of her favorite perfume – sensual yet subtle – on her neck and a bit on her cleavage. It was her ex’s favorite perfume, and even after he had left her, she still held bits of his memory as she sniffed the nostalgic scent. She sighed, remember the last time she and her ex made love, surrounded by this scent, knowing full well that it would take some time to forget him.
Stop it, Lizzie! It’s time to get your new groove on! Jimmy is gone, you’ll never get him back. Think about tonight, about Jack…she chastised herself. She took a deep breath, stood up straight, and her cleavage shown proud and tall as she picked up her clutch and keys, walked out the door and closed it behind her.
She inched closer to the door in a bit of anticipated excitement. I wonder what kind of guy he really is, hopefully he’ll be as entertaining as he was earlier, she mused. Every step took her closer to his door, and discovered that it was left ajar. She peered in, not seeing anyone. Boxes were laid neatly in separate piles of the room, a couch and a coffee table laid close to one side. Music was softly playing in the background, it sounded like old-school jazz, and a two plates lay somewhat askew on the coffee table. It seemed as if he made his first day moving in somewhat manageable and livable, which made her impressed. She hear rummaging in the kitchen as she turned the corner, and saw his profile as he flicked open a bottle of beer with a bottle opener and saw him take a swig. My, was he attractive. His shirt hugged him tightly, tracing the contours of his body. Of course, his hair was tied in his trademark pony tail, and damn, did he look hot. She felt her heart beating faster, her pussy feeling a bit wet and excited, and very playful smile fell on her face. She slightly coughed to get his attention, and he abruptly turned, with a look of surprise mixed with a slight sense of lust in his eyes. She knew she made the right choices for her outfit tonight.
“Hi there, Jack. I saw the door open, so I figured it was all right to come in. Sorry to scare you like that,” she said, looking in his eyes, knowing full well that she really wasn’t sorry. She glanced downward toward his pants, and she saw a slight bulge near his zipper, and made a mental note that she knew that bulge was especially for her.
“Hi Lizzie. No, it’s okay, I knew you were coming, which is why I left the door open. Sit down and make yourself comfortable. Sorry if this place is a bit of a mess, but this is all I could manage today. It really was a struggle to get everything moved in here,” he sheepishly replied. His gaze was still on her cleavage, and she was enjoying every minute of his silent adoration. “Do you want a beer?” he asked.
“Sure, I’ll take whatever you have in there,” she said, making herself comfortable on the couch, making sure that her cleavage would be near his eye level when he sat down. He rounded the corner, handed her a beer, and sat down next to her. “Thank you for the invitation tonight, that was really sweet of you,” she said. She leaned in, just slightly, as she saw his head follow her cleavage closer to his chest. She saw his breath quicken.
“It’s no problem, I had fun with you earlier. How about pizza for dinner? I know of this great hole-in-the-wall place that delivers one of the best pizzas in town,” he boasted.
So he ordered pizza, and while he was on the phone, she decided to step out on the balcony for some fresh air. As she sipped her beer, she enjoyed listening to the slight bustle of the night, her head swimming in her twilight reverie when she felt hands circling around her waist.
“I don’t mean to be so forward, but can I say that you look really hot tonight, and I’m the type of person that doesn’t throw compliments around easily,” he said. She felt his stubble on his cheek, and her face blushed from his touch. On the small her back, she felt his bulge from his pants, and she could feel herself wetter than she was before. She turned to him.
“Thank you, you don’t look so bad yourself,” she purred. She looked into his eyes, and saw a flash of lust, as her hands held tightly to his arms, as he rubbed his stubble on her cheek, his lips lightly kissing her neck, tasting her in soft morsels. She sighed, enjoying his soft lips on her neck and shoulder, sensual and oh so soft…
She turned around and kissed him on his cheek, softly as his arms still held the sides of her waist. His arms began to wander up and down her waist, then slowly caressed the tops of her arms, feeling the smooth soft skin before him. His mouth reached hers, and their lips softly enfolded each other’s, her arms wrapped around his neck as they kissed, the chemistry building up slowly as he slipped a tongue into her mouth.
They became tangled in an embrace, kissing on the balcony, his mouth sensually licking the smalls of her neck, his tongue tracing circles around her shoulder, sucking and nipping lightly with his teeth, as she sighed, feeling her ecstasy climbing gradually into a euphoric and hazy high…until they heard a slight and gradual pounding on the door.
“That must be dinner, hold on a second,” he said. And he turned to pay for their pizza.
She turned back to the fluorescent lights of the twilight sky, and as she smiled to herself, she knew that this night wasn’t going to be just pizza and beer…
Continue to Part V here: http://ukroadrunner.wordpress.com/2009/02/02/in-search-of-satisfaction-part-v/
Lizzie was scrutinizing herself in the mirror. Her long black hair, wavy and wet from earlier, was finally smoothed down to a straight finish, layered neatly alongside her round tanned face. She adjusted her large breasts, pressed them together, in order to create a deep cleavage on her chest, her breast snug deeply in the crisscross slings of her blue camisole-like top, which joined at the back of her neck in a knot. Her top flowed underneath her breasts like a lingerie teddy, made of a flowy, soft material, which hid the curves of her waist. She decided to go simple with her outfit, pairing her sexy top with a pair of white capris, her ass accentuated by the tightness of the material. Underneath her capris, she figured she would go the subtly sexy touch, a dark pinkish lacy thong underwear that rode in between her ass cheeks. Her feet were soft and painted lightly with a pearly touch, and matched it with tan leather thong sandals with a slight raised heel. Her ears gleamed with a touch of silver hoops, and she was perfecting her light, glossy lipstick to pair with a bit of violet and pink eye shadow. Wow, do I look hot, hope Jack likes this, she thought to herself. She smiled her sensual, naughty smile at the mirror, her reflection mimicking her, as she sprayed a bit of her favorite perfume – sensual yet subtle – on her neck and a bit on her cleavage. It was her ex’s favorite perfume, and even after he had left her, she still held bits of his memory as she sniffed the nostalgic scent. She sighed, remember the last time she and her ex made love, surrounded by this scent, knowing full well that it would take some time to forget him.
Stop it, Lizzie! It’s time to get your new groove on! Jimmy is gone, you’ll never get him back. Think about tonight, about Jack…she chastised herself. She took a deep breath, stood up straight, and her cleavage shown proud and tall as she picked up her clutch and keys, walked out the door and closed it behind her.
She inched closer to the door in a bit of anticipated excitement. I wonder what kind of guy he really is, hopefully he’ll be as entertaining as he was earlier, she mused. Every step took her closer to his door, and discovered that it was left ajar. She peered in, not seeing anyone. Boxes were laid neatly in separate piles of the room, a couch and a coffee table laid close to one side. Music was softly playing in the background, it sounded like old-school jazz, and a two plates lay somewhat askew on the coffee table. It seemed as if he made his first day moving in somewhat manageable and livable, which made her impressed. She hear rummaging in the kitchen as she turned the corner, and saw his profile as he flicked open a bottle of beer with a bottle opener and saw him take a swig. My, was he attractive. His shirt hugged him tightly, tracing the contours of his body. Of course, his hair was tied in his trademark pony tail, and damn, did he look hot. She felt her heart beating faster, her pussy feeling a bit wet and excited, and very playful smile fell on her face. She slightly coughed to get his attention, and he abruptly turned, with a look of surprise mixed with a slight sense of lust in his eyes. She knew she made the right choices for her outfit tonight.
“Hi there, Jack. I saw the door open, so I figured it was all right to come in. Sorry to scare you like that,” she said, looking in his eyes, knowing full well that she really wasn’t sorry. She glanced downward toward his pants, and she saw a slight bulge near his zipper, and made a mental note that she knew that bulge was especially for her.
“Hi Lizzie. No, it’s okay, I knew you were coming, which is why I left the door open. Sit down and make yourself comfortable. Sorry if this place is a bit of a mess, but this is all I could manage today. It really was a struggle to get everything moved in here,” he sheepishly replied. His gaze was still on her cleavage, and she was enjoying every minute of his silent adoration. “Do you want a beer?” he asked.
“Sure, I’ll take whatever you have in there,” she said, making herself comfortable on the couch, making sure that her cleavage would be near his eye level when he sat down. He rounded the corner, handed her a beer, and sat down next to her. “Thank you for the invitation tonight, that was really sweet of you,” she said. She leaned in, just slightly, as she saw his head follow her cleavage closer to his chest. She saw his breath quicken.
“It’s no problem, I had fun with you earlier. How about pizza for dinner? I know of this great hole-in-the-wall place that delivers one of the best pizzas in town,” he boasted.
So he ordered pizza, and while he was on the phone, she decided to step out on the balcony for some fresh air. As she sipped her beer, she enjoyed listening to the slight bustle of the night, her head swimming in her twilight reverie when she felt hands circling around her waist.
“I don’t mean to be so forward, but can I say that you look really hot tonight, and I’m the type of person that doesn’t throw compliments around easily,” he said. She felt his stubble on his cheek, and her face blushed from his touch. On the small her back, she felt his bulge from his pants, and she could feel herself wetter than she was before. She turned to him.
“Thank you, you don’t look so bad yourself,” she purred. She looked into his eyes, and saw a flash of lust, as her hands held tightly to his arms, as he rubbed his stubble on her cheek, his lips lightly kissing her neck, tasting her in soft morsels. She sighed, enjoying his soft lips on her neck and shoulder, sensual and oh so soft…
She turned around and kissed him on his cheek, softly as his arms still held the sides of her waist. His arms began to wander up and down her waist, then slowly caressed the tops of her arms, feeling the smooth soft skin before him. His mouth reached hers, and their lips softly enfolded each other’s, her arms wrapped around his neck as they kissed, the chemistry building up slowly as he slipped a tongue into her mouth.
They became tangled in an embrace, kissing on the balcony, his mouth sensually licking the smalls of her neck, his tongue tracing circles around her shoulder, sucking and nipping lightly with his teeth, as she sighed, feeling her ecstasy climbing gradually into a euphoric and hazy high…until they heard a slight and gradual pounding on the door.
“That must be dinner, hold on a second,” he said. And he turned to pay for their pizza.
She turned back to the fluorescent lights of the twilight sky, and as she smiled to herself, she knew that this night wasn’t going to be just pizza and beer…
Continue to Part V here: http://ukroadrunner.wordpress.com/2009/02/02/in-search-of-satisfaction-part-v/
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Sex Fantasy #3: In Search of Satisfaction Part II
(Continuing from UK Roadrunner’s “In Search of Satisfaction ~ 1″: http://ukroadrunner.wordpress.com/2009/01/27/in-search-of-satisfaction-1/)
After her afternoon drive in the city, the summer heat baking the inside of her car, she reached the door of her apartment and walked into her three-story brick apartment. Holding a case of European beer, she stumbles up the three flights of stairs, opens the door, and quickly jumped in the shower as she scrubbed the remaining bits of summer sweat off her body. She slowly lathered her body with a very sweet and fragrant lavender soap, running her hands around the rounds of her large breasts, circling downward toward her buttocks and legs, then back up to lather the inside folds of her pussy. Her thoughts race again to the sexy stranger she had encountered earlier, and feeling horny, she almost decided to touch that aching bit of clit to satisfy that hunger, but went against it. She decided to satisfy that need for another day…
After she got out of the shower, she patted down her hair with a towel, and changed into a loose camisole that shows a significant amount of cleavage and some comfortable jean shorts and sauntered, barefoot, into her kitchen to open up a few windows and grabbed a cold bottle of beer. Feeling the sticky heat of the afternoon, she decided to open up her front door to let out some of that heat, then walked into her living room to sit at her window seat, enjoying the fresh air and her beer. As she sipped her beer, she heard banging noises coming from the stairs, and she saw the same pony-tailed stranger who she encountered earlier, bare-chested and sweaty, hauling up a box in his arms. He saw her sitting at the window, peeked his head inside her doorway, and said, “It sure is a hot day to have to move in.”
“Hi Jack, how’s the move? Are you moving into the apartment next door to me?” she asked.
“Yeah, it’s been a difficult move, I have a lot of stuff to take, and it surprises me that a great place like this doesn’t have an elevator,” he smiled sheepishly.
“I can imagine,” she said with a smile. “Would you like to take a break and drink a beer with me?” she asks.
“Sure, I could use a break. Let me drop off this box in front of my doorway before coming in,” he said.
He disappeared momentarily, then appears again without the box. He walked in, and she quickly assessed his appearance before her. She glanced over his lightly tanned and sweaty upper body, his chest lightly covered with straight dark hairs that trickle down into a thin line and then fans itself back again near the pit of his stomach, venturing towards his pubic area, which was hidden by the top seam of his semi-loose jeans. His rose tattoo gleamed in the heat of his lightly sculpted arm, as he reached for the bottle of beer that was sitting on the kitchen counter, then stepped himself forward to where she was sitting at the window seat, sitting comfortably in front her, the two of them facing each other, sipping a beer.
“I haven’t known a lot of girls to drink beer,” he said. “You are probably one of the few I know that do. I sense we have something in common, I like tasting different kind of brews that I can find.”
“Wow, you’re a beer afficionado? I love drinking this stuff, it really relaxes me,” she exclaimed. The two chatted a little bit about their lives, and she discovered that he was an art student from New York state, who had moved out from his apartment in the city a few days ago because he had wanted to find an apartment closer to his school. He was 23, younger than her, but he looked almost in his late 20s, his dark eyes suggesting he was inquisitive and intelligent that would show her an artistic and intelligent time, the type that she completely adored. They chatted for quite a while, drinking while talking, and then he reached over to pull another beer from the counter, but had missed and it fell off the counter. He swiftly picked it up, and opened it, but the contents sputtered and spilled all over his chest, creating a stream of carbonated beer, streaming onto the floor.
“I’m so sorry about that! I should’ve been more careful!” he apologized. She quickly took the towel she had used on her hair from off of her couch, and instinctively began to wipe off the liquid from his chest, venturing downward.
“Let me do it, if you don’t mind,” she said. She looked into his eyes, and she noticed a dark spark of chemistry fly between them, a small smile crept to his face, teasing her with a secret smile.
“It’s alright, I should be fine,” he said. He took her hand, which was still wiping his chest, and covered it in his as he helped her wipe the liquid until he was dried clean. “It’ll give me a better reason to take a shower later,” he teased.
She flashed him a smile, and tossed the towel haphazardly onto the couch. They continued talking for a few more minutes, and she realized that was even more attracted to him as the minutes flew by. His trim goatee became frothy with bits of beer, and she began to envision that goatee tickling her pussy in a flash of imaginary foreplay. Her body shook back into reality.
“Well, I think I should get the rest of my stuff hauled upstairs before someone comes to steal all of my worldly possessions,” he said with a teasing smile. “By the way, Lizzie, do you want to come over to my place for a drink later? I should definitely return the favor, for being really sweet to offer me a beer a time like this,” he said.
Lizzie smiled back and said, “Sure, let me know what time, I’ll be here all day, lazing around.”
“I’ll knock at your door later, probably around seven? Hopefully you’ll forgive the fact that my place is messy.”
”It’s not a problem, Jack, I understand,” she mused. Her thoughts began to think about the upcoming night’s events, maybe a casual outfit that outlined her cleavage? Or maybe something fancy?
He got up and walked out of her place, waving with a smile before he walked out. “Oh, is he so very sexy, not my type, but very, very sexy,” she mused in her head. She entered her bedroom to search through her closet for the appropriate outfit to show off herself during her evening with a new “friend”…
(Continue on to Part III here: http://ukroadrunner.wordpress.com/2009/01/29/in-search-of-satisfaction-iii/)
After her afternoon drive in the city, the summer heat baking the inside of her car, she reached the door of her apartment and walked into her three-story brick apartment. Holding a case of European beer, she stumbles up the three flights of stairs, opens the door, and quickly jumped in the shower as she scrubbed the remaining bits of summer sweat off her body. She slowly lathered her body with a very sweet and fragrant lavender soap, running her hands around the rounds of her large breasts, circling downward toward her buttocks and legs, then back up to lather the inside folds of her pussy. Her thoughts race again to the sexy stranger she had encountered earlier, and feeling horny, she almost decided to touch that aching bit of clit to satisfy that hunger, but went against it. She decided to satisfy that need for another day…
After she got out of the shower, she patted down her hair with a towel, and changed into a loose camisole that shows a significant amount of cleavage and some comfortable jean shorts and sauntered, barefoot, into her kitchen to open up a few windows and grabbed a cold bottle of beer. Feeling the sticky heat of the afternoon, she decided to open up her front door to let out some of that heat, then walked into her living room to sit at her window seat, enjoying the fresh air and her beer. As she sipped her beer, she heard banging noises coming from the stairs, and she saw the same pony-tailed stranger who she encountered earlier, bare-chested and sweaty, hauling up a box in his arms. He saw her sitting at the window, peeked his head inside her doorway, and said, “It sure is a hot day to have to move in.”
“Hi Jack, how’s the move? Are you moving into the apartment next door to me?” she asked.
“Yeah, it’s been a difficult move, I have a lot of stuff to take, and it surprises me that a great place like this doesn’t have an elevator,” he smiled sheepishly.
“I can imagine,” she said with a smile. “Would you like to take a break and drink a beer with me?” she asks.
“Sure, I could use a break. Let me drop off this box in front of my doorway before coming in,” he said.
He disappeared momentarily, then appears again without the box. He walked in, and she quickly assessed his appearance before her. She glanced over his lightly tanned and sweaty upper body, his chest lightly covered with straight dark hairs that trickle down into a thin line and then fans itself back again near the pit of his stomach, venturing towards his pubic area, which was hidden by the top seam of his semi-loose jeans. His rose tattoo gleamed in the heat of his lightly sculpted arm, as he reached for the bottle of beer that was sitting on the kitchen counter, then stepped himself forward to where she was sitting at the window seat, sitting comfortably in front her, the two of them facing each other, sipping a beer.
“I haven’t known a lot of girls to drink beer,” he said. “You are probably one of the few I know that do. I sense we have something in common, I like tasting different kind of brews that I can find.”
“Wow, you’re a beer afficionado? I love drinking this stuff, it really relaxes me,” she exclaimed. The two chatted a little bit about their lives, and she discovered that he was an art student from New York state, who had moved out from his apartment in the city a few days ago because he had wanted to find an apartment closer to his school. He was 23, younger than her, but he looked almost in his late 20s, his dark eyes suggesting he was inquisitive and intelligent that would show her an artistic and intelligent time, the type that she completely adored. They chatted for quite a while, drinking while talking, and then he reached over to pull another beer from the counter, but had missed and it fell off the counter. He swiftly picked it up, and opened it, but the contents sputtered and spilled all over his chest, creating a stream of carbonated beer, streaming onto the floor.
“I’m so sorry about that! I should’ve been more careful!” he apologized. She quickly took the towel she had used on her hair from off of her couch, and instinctively began to wipe off the liquid from his chest, venturing downward.
“Let me do it, if you don’t mind,” she said. She looked into his eyes, and she noticed a dark spark of chemistry fly between them, a small smile crept to his face, teasing her with a secret smile.
“It’s alright, I should be fine,” he said. He took her hand, which was still wiping his chest, and covered it in his as he helped her wipe the liquid until he was dried clean. “It’ll give me a better reason to take a shower later,” he teased.
She flashed him a smile, and tossed the towel haphazardly onto the couch. They continued talking for a few more minutes, and she realized that was even more attracted to him as the minutes flew by. His trim goatee became frothy with bits of beer, and she began to envision that goatee tickling her pussy in a flash of imaginary foreplay. Her body shook back into reality.
“Well, I think I should get the rest of my stuff hauled upstairs before someone comes to steal all of my worldly possessions,” he said with a teasing smile. “By the way, Lizzie, do you want to come over to my place for a drink later? I should definitely return the favor, for being really sweet to offer me a beer a time like this,” he said.
Lizzie smiled back and said, “Sure, let me know what time, I’ll be here all day, lazing around.”
“I’ll knock at your door later, probably around seven? Hopefully you’ll forgive the fact that my place is messy.”
”It’s not a problem, Jack, I understand,” she mused. Her thoughts began to think about the upcoming night’s events, maybe a casual outfit that outlined her cleavage? Or maybe something fancy?
He got up and walked out of her place, waving with a smile before he walked out. “Oh, is he so very sexy, not my type, but very, very sexy,” she mused in her head. She entered her bedroom to search through her closet for the appropriate outfit to show off herself during her evening with a new “friend”…
(Continue on to Part III here: http://ukroadrunner.wordpress.com/2009/01/29/in-search-of-satisfaction-iii/)
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Vegetable Dildo
My gay friend had once told me that he sometimes uses vegetables as dildos. For someone like myself to be shocked over something like that is rare, but using your good old carrot or cucumber for self-pleasure never really occurred to me – all I assumed veggies were good for were to chop up and toss in a salad (no pun intended, LOL).
I wasn’t sure how to take that when I heard that, but my first reaction was the fact that I found it so disgustingly hilarious. It’s not as if I hadn’t heard about using food during sex (I have had used it before, like the usual chocolate, mints and whipped cream), but never VEGGIES. They seem like the most un-romantic and most-nonsexual thing to use during sex, but I could imagine in my mind, a gay man desperate for cock, using his half-bending carrots left for weeks in his refrigerator drawer to insert it up his ass so he could cum. I remember hearing that the first time, my eyes wide open, screaming “What the fuck?!”, and laughing so hard I thought the hyenas were coming for dinner.
Later on, I realized that no matter how silly and funny the thought may be, it occurred to me that using vegetables may be one of the cheapest, most disposable dildos on the planet. For instance, a carrot can cost about 50 cents, and after using it once (which hopefully most people have the right sense to just use once), you can toss it out and purchase a new one. Of course, I would NEVER EVER EVER suggest to use the same vegetable to cook for dinner…that would be SO unhygienic, and…ewww, just not the right mood. Envision this scenario:
“Honey, what’s for dinner?” the man asks.
“Well, the only thing we had left in our fridge were the asparagus tips that we use to shove up my pussy, so I decided to sauté them in butter,” answers the woman.
“WHAT?! Never mind, we’re ordering Chinese takeout instead! Leave that for the stray cats outside!” the man yells.
Let’s not try to re-enact that scenario. Never EVER EVER!! Promise me that.
The next thought that came into mind was the size and shape of the veggie. Of course, I would assume to stay away from soft veggies, such as tomatoes or eggplant, no matter how phallic-shaped they would be. You wouldn’t want eggplant mush or fermented tomato paste in your pussy for weeks after that encounter? (I would hope not) I would assume that the harder the vegetable the better, and the more phallic-shaped the better, like cucumbers, carrots, or zucchini. I would steer clear away from gourd vegetables, such as butternut squash (unless you’re into fisting, then punch away your pussy with calabasa). Bananas may be a possibility (even though it’s a fruit, but let’s talk about it because it’s technically a plant-based creature anyway), but you would have to find something that wasn’t ripe, because the riper, the harder to use, and the harder to clean out!!
And of course, stay away from berries and grapes being shoved inside a pussy, because having to get that shit out will definitely not be fun. After having to probe for a while to find those little fuckers up your pussy, it wouldn’t be a pleasurable experience, you’ll find yourself with a little Slurpee spoon straw trying to scoop the shit out of there, regretting you used anything miniature to get yourself off, so don’t do it!!
One day, I may have the guts to use veggies as a dildo, it may be an interesting experience. But for now, let me let off some steam and laugh my way off about veggie dildos, because one day, I may find myself using one!! LOL
I wasn’t sure how to take that when I heard that, but my first reaction was the fact that I found it so disgustingly hilarious. It’s not as if I hadn’t heard about using food during sex (I have had used it before, like the usual chocolate, mints and whipped cream), but never VEGGIES. They seem like the most un-romantic and most-nonsexual thing to use during sex, but I could imagine in my mind, a gay man desperate for cock, using his half-bending carrots left for weeks in his refrigerator drawer to insert it up his ass so he could cum. I remember hearing that the first time, my eyes wide open, screaming “What the fuck?!”, and laughing so hard I thought the hyenas were coming for dinner.
Later on, I realized that no matter how silly and funny the thought may be, it occurred to me that using vegetables may be one of the cheapest, most disposable dildos on the planet. For instance, a carrot can cost about 50 cents, and after using it once (which hopefully most people have the right sense to just use once), you can toss it out and purchase a new one. Of course, I would NEVER EVER EVER suggest to use the same vegetable to cook for dinner…that would be SO unhygienic, and…ewww, just not the right mood. Envision this scenario:
“Honey, what’s for dinner?” the man asks.
“Well, the only thing we had left in our fridge were the asparagus tips that we use to shove up my pussy, so I decided to sauté them in butter,” answers the woman.
“WHAT?! Never mind, we’re ordering Chinese takeout instead! Leave that for the stray cats outside!” the man yells.
Let’s not try to re-enact that scenario. Never EVER EVER!! Promise me that.
The next thought that came into mind was the size and shape of the veggie. Of course, I would assume to stay away from soft veggies, such as tomatoes or eggplant, no matter how phallic-shaped they would be. You wouldn’t want eggplant mush or fermented tomato paste in your pussy for weeks after that encounter? (I would hope not) I would assume that the harder the vegetable the better, and the more phallic-shaped the better, like cucumbers, carrots, or zucchini. I would steer clear away from gourd vegetables, such as butternut squash (unless you’re into fisting, then punch away your pussy with calabasa). Bananas may be a possibility (even though it’s a fruit, but let’s talk about it because it’s technically a plant-based creature anyway), but you would have to find something that wasn’t ripe, because the riper, the harder to use, and the harder to clean out!!
And of course, stay away from berries and grapes being shoved inside a pussy, because having to get that shit out will definitely not be fun. After having to probe for a while to find those little fuckers up your pussy, it wouldn’t be a pleasurable experience, you’ll find yourself with a little Slurpee spoon straw trying to scoop the shit out of there, regretting you used anything miniature to get yourself off, so don’t do it!!
One day, I may have the guts to use veggies as a dildo, it may be an interesting experience. But for now, let me let off some steam and laugh my way off about veggie dildos, because one day, I may find myself using one!! LOL
Accepting My Sexual Potential
I am a big fan of Margaret Cho standup. Maybe because she has lived a colorful life, and I look up to her – as an Asian, as an entertainer, as a person who has lived and survived intolerance – I respect her most for her sexual acceptance. I think she had mentioned in one of her earlier stand-up material (either “I’m The One That I Want” or Notorious CHO”) that a person should be willing to do whatever it is to accept their sexual potential. And surprisingly, that idea has stuck in my mind for the past few years, for me to strive and discover my personal sexual potential.
I guess all of you can figure out that I am not ashamed of my sexual behavior. I have done quite a few things in my day (and still more to come, I can say, my life is not over yet) that have definitely been out of the ordinary for an innocent, average Asian girl. Don’t get my wrong, I enjoy the usual missionary sex, once in a while, a quickie here and there, but I enjoy a challenge. I enjoy having random rendezvous or going to a sex club with multiple partners. I revel in waiting for the day I can enjoy my first threesome or my first torture chamber, with someone making me his slave or master. And I love learning about new things about sex, making sex interesting and new, making it a new game for myself or a new activity or a new way to stimulate myself or my partner. I am willing to do most things, but most of all, learning about sex is my passion.
It takes a lot of reading from sex manuals, sex advice from friends that have had experience, or observations from my personal sex life for me to learn, and it enthralls me. I feel as my brain sucks up information like a straw, and I don’t bore myself with learning something new about the subject. Sex for me will always be fun, no matter what man comes my way for me to experiment with.
I feel sex is a form of self-expression for me. I’m normally a creative person, and I feel that sex is a bit of an art – you pleasure yourself and your partner by figuring out different artistic ways of showing pleasure, and it’s an invigorating experience. Sometimes the experiments work, and sometimes they don’t. But the best part is that you enjoy it, just as long as you and your partner are fully committed into creating that pleasure for each other.
So live long the sexual revolution! Live up to your sexual potential!
I guess all of you can figure out that I am not ashamed of my sexual behavior. I have done quite a few things in my day (and still more to come, I can say, my life is not over yet) that have definitely been out of the ordinary for an innocent, average Asian girl. Don’t get my wrong, I enjoy the usual missionary sex, once in a while, a quickie here and there, but I enjoy a challenge. I enjoy having random rendezvous or going to a sex club with multiple partners. I revel in waiting for the day I can enjoy my first threesome or my first torture chamber, with someone making me his slave or master. And I love learning about new things about sex, making sex interesting and new, making it a new game for myself or a new activity or a new way to stimulate myself or my partner. I am willing to do most things, but most of all, learning about sex is my passion.
It takes a lot of reading from sex manuals, sex advice from friends that have had experience, or observations from my personal sex life for me to learn, and it enthralls me. I feel as my brain sucks up information like a straw, and I don’t bore myself with learning something new about the subject. Sex for me will always be fun, no matter what man comes my way for me to experiment with.
I feel sex is a form of self-expression for me. I’m normally a creative person, and I feel that sex is a bit of an art – you pleasure yourself and your partner by figuring out different artistic ways of showing pleasure, and it’s an invigorating experience. Sometimes the experiments work, and sometimes they don’t. But the best part is that you enjoy it, just as long as you and your partner are fully committed into creating that pleasure for each other.
So live long the sexual revolution! Live up to your sexual potential!
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Cock Obsession
People have often wondered why I’m obsessed with cock.
Cock, to me, is a symbol of power, and a male organ. Most people feel that males are more powerful than females. So, the desire to make a man weak in the knees with my technique is always a challenge I love to face, when a man moans and grunts because of something I did, makes me feel powerful, including the adrenaline rush you get when he yells, “Oh shit!! I’m going to cum,” and then he sprays cum all over your face. Now that is power.
I like looking at nice looking dicks, the longer and thicker the better. Seeing myself trying to topple one that is long, shoving it completely deep into my throat, is an adventurous challenge that I am more than willing to do, especially if it were propositioned to me in the correct manner.
I have often watched Xtube videos of men jacking off, and to me, it’s such an exhilarating experience, because that is the only time that I, as a woman, can see a man’s cock in pleasure. When it comes to the actual intercourse, women are the ones unable to see the point of entry. They more than often aren’t able to see the slip and sliding of a penis inside of them, they only feel it. Men are able to view more, they can watch themselves thrust into a woman, and it gives them the privilege to enjoy that. The only time women can enjoy watching a man pleasure himself is when he strokes his own cock, or if he fucks one of his own. Women are given a bigger disadvantage.
In conversation, I had been asked if I would ever eat pussy. Pussy, to me, is a powerful tool as well, but I wouldn’t really want to cross that line. For one, pussy is really messy to eat. I know how messy it is for me when I’m cumming, and it takes more than one shower to get the salty stickiness from my body before I feel clean again, which is really annoying. Plus, eating pussy just seems a bit redundant to me, it’s as if you’re eating yourself out, but on another person? Hmmm…not really interested in eating myself out at all. The last thing is that there isn’t as much variety as a penis, there’s less area to cover on a pussy. On women, not only is the pubic area smaller, but you’d have to touch everything the woman has to get her off, and half of the time you can’t. It’s like hit or miss with women, and you wouldn’t want to disappoint yourself or your partner. With a dick, it’s either going to be good or OH MY GOD YOU’RE AWESOME CAN I FUCK YOU AGAIN?…type of thing.
I love being able to please, and if the man is pleased with me, the more the better…I guess men like being placed in a situation where they’re vulnerable…;-)
Cock, to me, is a symbol of power, and a male organ. Most people feel that males are more powerful than females. So, the desire to make a man weak in the knees with my technique is always a challenge I love to face, when a man moans and grunts because of something I did, makes me feel powerful, including the adrenaline rush you get when he yells, “Oh shit!! I’m going to cum,” and then he sprays cum all over your face. Now that is power.
I like looking at nice looking dicks, the longer and thicker the better. Seeing myself trying to topple one that is long, shoving it completely deep into my throat, is an adventurous challenge that I am more than willing to do, especially if it were propositioned to me in the correct manner.
I have often watched Xtube videos of men jacking off, and to me, it’s such an exhilarating experience, because that is the only time that I, as a woman, can see a man’s cock in pleasure. When it comes to the actual intercourse, women are the ones unable to see the point of entry. They more than often aren’t able to see the slip and sliding of a penis inside of them, they only feel it. Men are able to view more, they can watch themselves thrust into a woman, and it gives them the privilege to enjoy that. The only time women can enjoy watching a man pleasure himself is when he strokes his own cock, or if he fucks one of his own. Women are given a bigger disadvantage.
In conversation, I had been asked if I would ever eat pussy. Pussy, to me, is a powerful tool as well, but I wouldn’t really want to cross that line. For one, pussy is really messy to eat. I know how messy it is for me when I’m cumming, and it takes more than one shower to get the salty stickiness from my body before I feel clean again, which is really annoying. Plus, eating pussy just seems a bit redundant to me, it’s as if you’re eating yourself out, but on another person? Hmmm…not really interested in eating myself out at all. The last thing is that there isn’t as much variety as a penis, there’s less area to cover on a pussy. On women, not only is the pubic area smaller, but you’d have to touch everything the woman has to get her off, and half of the time you can’t. It’s like hit or miss with women, and you wouldn’t want to disappoint yourself or your partner. With a dick, it’s either going to be good or OH MY GOD YOU’RE AWESOME CAN I FUCK YOU AGAIN?…type of thing.
I love being able to please, and if the man is pleased with me, the more the better…I guess men like being placed in a situation where they’re vulnerable…;-)
Sex Fantasy #2: Take Me To Heaven, Lover - Part II
(A continuation of UKRoadrunner's post, "Take Me To Heaven, Lover": http://ukroadrunner.wordpress.com/2009/01/23/take-me-to-heaven-lover/)
Breathing hard and deeply after her celestial orgasm, her thighs and pussy covered in cum, her lover was still licking her pussy, long slow strokes from her clit to her pussy. “I see you enjoyed that,” he said, between licks. He swirled his tongue around, feeling the creases of her pussy lips, teasing her with the flat of his tongue, as he zigzagged his way into the folds of her pussy, the sides of her clit, and, with his hand, moving away the flap over her clit and caressing the tip of his tongue in that sensitive area underneath that fold. She gripped his legs as she moaned in pleasure, her hips shaking, her head tilted back with his head swimming in the scent of her cum. He began to slow down, and with a few deep breaths, she began to lick the inside of his thighs, moving up and down in slow strokes, nipping those sensitive spots in a line going towards his penis. She felt his hard cock rubbing against her chest, and she reached between their bodies, gripped her breasts, and she pressed her breasts around his cock as he continued to kiss and lick that slick clit of hers.
She felt his cock twitch between her breasts, and he began to thrust slowly, feeling the softness ballooning around, in and out, his movements steady and gentle, the roughness of his pelvis rubbing on her chest, and his smooth tongue digging in and out into her still very wet pussy was making her want him more. She heard him moan, knowing very well that he was enjoying the fact that he was fucking her in between her breasts. A smile crept upon her lips, but a split second later, her mouth opened wide to scream, as he stuck another hooked finger into her pussy, his mouth covering her clit, sucking and biting it as she climaxed loud and hard until another gush of pussy juice covered his face again, twice in a night.
“You’re not going to stop making me cum tonight, aren’t you?” She said, breathlessly.
“No, not until I get a chance to dip my cock into your dripping pussy,” he said.
He got up, turned around, and kneeled before her wide open legs. He took his very hard penis, leaned forward, and began to rub his cock head on her slick clit, rubbing in long hard strokes, feeling his dick from the top to the bottom, then slight stopping at her pussy, quickly dipping his head into it, just for a taste. A moan escaped her lips as she squeezed her pussy muscles around his head, loving the fact that he was partially inside of her. He moaned, feeling the tightness, froze as he felt her squeezing her pussy muscles, pulsing slowly around his head.
“You are trying to tease me, aren’t you?” he said.
“I want you now, please!” she pleaded, begging for him to enter her.
“No, not just yet,” he teased. He pulled out and rubbed his cock on her clit while one of his hands ventured out to her chest and squeezed her right nipple, rolling it around with his fingers, she began to moan again, her chest heaving uneven and deep breaths.
“Please take me now, I want you,” she begged further.
He smiled, leaned into her, and kissed her passionately on the mouth, their tongues touching. He stopped, and slipped into her wet pussy, and she felt complete, feeling the fullness of his cock inside of her, filling up the void that he so desperately withheld the whole time they were together…
“Thank you, that was all that I needed,” she said…
(Read the finale at: http://ukroadrunner.wordpress.com/2009/01/27/take-me-to-heaven-lover-next-episode/)
Breathing hard and deeply after her celestial orgasm, her thighs and pussy covered in cum, her lover was still licking her pussy, long slow strokes from her clit to her pussy. “I see you enjoyed that,” he said, between licks. He swirled his tongue around, feeling the creases of her pussy lips, teasing her with the flat of his tongue, as he zigzagged his way into the folds of her pussy, the sides of her clit, and, with his hand, moving away the flap over her clit and caressing the tip of his tongue in that sensitive area underneath that fold. She gripped his legs as she moaned in pleasure, her hips shaking, her head tilted back with his head swimming in the scent of her cum. He began to slow down, and with a few deep breaths, she began to lick the inside of his thighs, moving up and down in slow strokes, nipping those sensitive spots in a line going towards his penis. She felt his hard cock rubbing against her chest, and she reached between their bodies, gripped her breasts, and she pressed her breasts around his cock as he continued to kiss and lick that slick clit of hers.
She felt his cock twitch between her breasts, and he began to thrust slowly, feeling the softness ballooning around, in and out, his movements steady and gentle, the roughness of his pelvis rubbing on her chest, and his smooth tongue digging in and out into her still very wet pussy was making her want him more. She heard him moan, knowing very well that he was enjoying the fact that he was fucking her in between her breasts. A smile crept upon her lips, but a split second later, her mouth opened wide to scream, as he stuck another hooked finger into her pussy, his mouth covering her clit, sucking and biting it as she climaxed loud and hard until another gush of pussy juice covered his face again, twice in a night.
“You’re not going to stop making me cum tonight, aren’t you?” She said, breathlessly.
“No, not until I get a chance to dip my cock into your dripping pussy,” he said.
He got up, turned around, and kneeled before her wide open legs. He took his very hard penis, leaned forward, and began to rub his cock head on her slick clit, rubbing in long hard strokes, feeling his dick from the top to the bottom, then slight stopping at her pussy, quickly dipping his head into it, just for a taste. A moan escaped her lips as she squeezed her pussy muscles around his head, loving the fact that he was partially inside of her. He moaned, feeling the tightness, froze as he felt her squeezing her pussy muscles, pulsing slowly around his head.
“You are trying to tease me, aren’t you?” he said.
“I want you now, please!” she pleaded, begging for him to enter her.
“No, not just yet,” he teased. He pulled out and rubbed his cock on her clit while one of his hands ventured out to her chest and squeezed her right nipple, rolling it around with his fingers, she began to moan again, her chest heaving uneven and deep breaths.
“Please take me now, I want you,” she begged further.
He smiled, leaned into her, and kissed her passionately on the mouth, their tongues touching. He stopped, and slipped into her wet pussy, and she felt complete, feeling the fullness of his cock inside of her, filling up the void that he so desperately withheld the whole time they were together…
“Thank you, that was all that I needed,” she said…
(Read the finale at: http://ukroadrunner.wordpress.com/2009/01/27/take-me-to-heaven-lover-next-episode/)
Friday, January 23, 2009
Sexcapade Files #10: A Sunday Morning Temptation
Would it be every straight guy’s fantasy to have a naked girl, lying in his bed, touching herself all day, while he did his normal weekend routine? Well, that was exactly what I did one Sunday afternoon.
That Sunday, I woke up alone in my Eric’s bed, feeling pretty horny after a luscious sex dream that I had that morning. I had dreamed that I was in a green field, surrounded by purple mountains and blue sky, and deliciously fucking my boyfriend, Eric, underneath a blue afternoon sky. He was busy caressing my breasts with his mouth when I had woken up, and damn, was I pissed that I had woken up in the middle of such a wonderful dream. I reached down in between my legs, and sure enough, my pussy was moist and dripping with cum, and I knew I had to do something about it. I stripped off my clothing, hurled them against the wall, and spread my legs apart as I smeared cum all over my clit and rubbed the sexual hunger, touching my shiny clit eagerly, over and over again in quick and even movements, pausing to slide a finger into my sticky and dripping pussy, and taking my forefingers, exploring the sides of my clit, enjoying the sensations of my orgasm. Soon, a moan escaped my lips and I climaxed, enjoying the burning explosion as the muscles of my pussy pulsed in an eager orgasm.
I lay on the bed, exhausted from my personal rendezvous, and looked at the clock. It was now around 11:45 am, and even after my pussy play, was still feeling horny. I could hear the TV in the living room with the volume turned up, so I knew he was in the living room watching TV. I wanted cock, and I wanted Eric to come up and fuck me…sooner or NOW! So I friskily decided to stay in bed lying naked, waiting for him to come upstairs into the bedroom to see if I could tantalize him to fuck me.
About ten minutes later, he came up and walked into the room. His eyes stared as he saw my naked body, lying on the bed, with my legs spread wide open, giving him full view of my wet pussy. He looked at me with a worried yet playful look and said, “Hey, I wanted to check up on you, I wasn’t sure if you were still asleep. Did you want to come down and have breakfast with me?”
“Actually, I’m not really hungry right now,” I purred, “but I am feeling horny right now. So I’m just going to stay up here and rub my pussy for a while.”
He gulped, paused, and said, “Okay…um…I’ll be downstairs once you’re done.” He turned away and walked out of the room, closing the door partially as I heard him walk downstairs. I reached over again, taking his flashlight that we loved to use as a sex toy, and I shoved it into my aching pussy, pushing and pulling it in and out with one hand, as I worked my fingers on my clit, still shiny from the cum, and I rubbed and fucked myself with the flashlight. The door creaked open slowly and I saw Eric’s glasses peering through the crack. I moaned with pleasure as he watched me from the doorway, enjoying my self-pleasure. As he walked in the room and sat down on his chair, I paused to acknowledge his presence. I continued playing with my clit, rubbing my sticky fingers into the crevices of my clit, spreading my pussy lips wide so he could see the view.
He reached out to caress my breast, squeezing the nipple and then the breast itself, juggling it in his hand, making me moan even louder. He quickly stripped off his clothes, jumped on the bed, pulled out the flashlight and quickly entered my hungry pussy, thrusting hard and deep, feeding my sexual hunger with a cock that I desperately wanted.
“You want my dick that much? You like teasing me like that? You think you could get away with just lying there naked, touching yourself, and me not getting to fuck you at all?” He sneered into my ear. He continued to thrust, harder and harder, making me scream with all my might, cumming loudly and beautifully, his hairy chest rubbing against my face as I continued to moan and scream in ecstasy, until he pulled out his throbbing cock, and shot his salty cum on my face and chest, both of us heaving with sexual excitement and exhaustion.
We lay in bed for the rest of that afternoon that day, feeling the touch of each other’s skin and basking in the sweat of our sex play. What could I say, it was a wonderful way to spend time together on a Sunday afternoon…
That Sunday, I woke up alone in my Eric’s bed, feeling pretty horny after a luscious sex dream that I had that morning. I had dreamed that I was in a green field, surrounded by purple mountains and blue sky, and deliciously fucking my boyfriend, Eric, underneath a blue afternoon sky. He was busy caressing my breasts with his mouth when I had woken up, and damn, was I pissed that I had woken up in the middle of such a wonderful dream. I reached down in between my legs, and sure enough, my pussy was moist and dripping with cum, and I knew I had to do something about it. I stripped off my clothing, hurled them against the wall, and spread my legs apart as I smeared cum all over my clit and rubbed the sexual hunger, touching my shiny clit eagerly, over and over again in quick and even movements, pausing to slide a finger into my sticky and dripping pussy, and taking my forefingers, exploring the sides of my clit, enjoying the sensations of my orgasm. Soon, a moan escaped my lips and I climaxed, enjoying the burning explosion as the muscles of my pussy pulsed in an eager orgasm.
I lay on the bed, exhausted from my personal rendezvous, and looked at the clock. It was now around 11:45 am, and even after my pussy play, was still feeling horny. I could hear the TV in the living room with the volume turned up, so I knew he was in the living room watching TV. I wanted cock, and I wanted Eric to come up and fuck me…sooner or NOW! So I friskily decided to stay in bed lying naked, waiting for him to come upstairs into the bedroom to see if I could tantalize him to fuck me.
About ten minutes later, he came up and walked into the room. His eyes stared as he saw my naked body, lying on the bed, with my legs spread wide open, giving him full view of my wet pussy. He looked at me with a worried yet playful look and said, “Hey, I wanted to check up on you, I wasn’t sure if you were still asleep. Did you want to come down and have breakfast with me?”
“Actually, I’m not really hungry right now,” I purred, “but I am feeling horny right now. So I’m just going to stay up here and rub my pussy for a while.”
He gulped, paused, and said, “Okay…um…I’ll be downstairs once you’re done.” He turned away and walked out of the room, closing the door partially as I heard him walk downstairs. I reached over again, taking his flashlight that we loved to use as a sex toy, and I shoved it into my aching pussy, pushing and pulling it in and out with one hand, as I worked my fingers on my clit, still shiny from the cum, and I rubbed and fucked myself with the flashlight. The door creaked open slowly and I saw Eric’s glasses peering through the crack. I moaned with pleasure as he watched me from the doorway, enjoying my self-pleasure. As he walked in the room and sat down on his chair, I paused to acknowledge his presence. I continued playing with my clit, rubbing my sticky fingers into the crevices of my clit, spreading my pussy lips wide so he could see the view.
He reached out to caress my breast, squeezing the nipple and then the breast itself, juggling it in his hand, making me moan even louder. He quickly stripped off his clothes, jumped on the bed, pulled out the flashlight and quickly entered my hungry pussy, thrusting hard and deep, feeding my sexual hunger with a cock that I desperately wanted.
“You want my dick that much? You like teasing me like that? You think you could get away with just lying there naked, touching yourself, and me not getting to fuck you at all?” He sneered into my ear. He continued to thrust, harder and harder, making me scream with all my might, cumming loudly and beautifully, his hairy chest rubbing against my face as I continued to moan and scream in ecstasy, until he pulled out his throbbing cock, and shot his salty cum on my face and chest, both of us heaving with sexual excitement and exhaustion.
We lay in bed for the rest of that afternoon that day, feeling the touch of each other’s skin and basking in the sweat of our sex play. What could I say, it was a wonderful way to spend time together on a Sunday afternoon…
Sexcapade Files #9: The Gates of Pleasure - The Sex Club Experience Part III
As Jesse and I ventured into the S&M basement, we noticed a large crowd standing in front of the modern-style room with the circular bed. As we neared toward it, we noticed a man, completely dressed, holding a long leather whip in his hand, lashing an almost-naked woman, wearing only a black garter belt, fishnet stockings, and calf-high black boots, who was standing face-forward against the wall. The man, acting as master, commanded the woman, his slave, to count to from one to ten. He then stated that he couldn’t hear her, so he lashed her against the back, and all you could hear was the crack of the whip against the top of her back, repeatedly, until he commanded her to count from one to ten again. She obeyed, counting louder, but still the master wasn’t satisfied. He then proceeded to whip her against her ass and thighs, her ass and thigh muscles shaking from every crack of the whip on her skin.
The master proceeded to pull her by the hair, and commanded her to knee before him. She waited intently on her knees for a command, then he unzipped his pants, pulled out his erect cock, and commanded her to suck it. She began to consume his cock, licking and sucking the head, in fluid moments, looking away from her master, not once trying to look him in the eye as she sucked his achingly hard cock, but in a flash of one moment, she looked up to him. In a twinkle of an eye, he grabbed her hair and slapped her across the face to punish her for her disobedience. She paused and waited for his signal to suck his dick. After his command, she continued with sucking his cock, not once did she deep throat, not even touching his balls, but sucking only the head, until one moment she touched his balls by accident, and again she was punished with another hair tug and a smart slap on the face.
Wow, did it look hot. I watched the whole scene in mesmerizing silence. She had so much control as a sub, and I was very jealous. I wanted to be her, wanted to be the submissive party, wanted to be the one being slapped across the face by my master. I wanted to be punished the same way as she was, and from their actions, I could tell that her master really took care of her. He was punishing her not because she was bad, but because he knew that she was enjoying being punished, and damn, did I want to take her place. I felt myself getting hot and horny watching the punishment unfold before my eyes, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. They were intriguing and oh so very very hot, so sensual, watching the power play trade off them like playing cards. It gripped me, the power play became a sensual scene, full of discipline, dedication, and spirit.
Soon, the master commanded the slave to kneel on the circular bed, and she spread her legs apart, her arms propped upon the cushions to support herself, doggy-style. He stood behind her, and still fully dressed, entered her as he fucked her pussy from behind, in hard thrusts. He held onto her hair, her head pulled back as she moaned in ecstasy over his hard cock, thrust after thrust, into her body, her ass bouncing forward and back with every sway, every single thrust, exhilarating her body as he held her waist, guiding her body to his penis with every move. He paused for a second to spank her juicy ass with his hand not once, but repeatedly, until her ass turned pink from the spanking. He continued on with fucking her, swaying forward and back as they moved in unison, hearing the sounds of her moaning echo the room.
He stopped suddenly, and commanded her to lie on the bed, facing her master. He then leaned onto the bed with his knees, and proceeded to fuck her from the front, not once touching or caressing her body, just even thrusts moving in unison on the bed. The thrusts became harder and faster, her moans louder and louder, until she screamed and he pulled his swollen cock from her wet pussy and squirted his cum all over her breasts.
I was floored. From all the sex scenes I had watched that night, that was the most provocative, S&M sex scene I had ever witnessed live. The men near me were still touching their swollen dicks, wanting to cum so badly while they were watching the scene. I knew I wasn’t the only one who felt horny watching it.
Soon after the master had pulled out, the sex play had finished, and the crowd dispersed. After watching that scene, we unfortunately had to leave, knowing full well the club was going to close in a few minutes. Our time at the sex club had come to a close.
From that experience, I learned quite a bit about myself that day. I finally realized that I really got off having sex in public, and because of that night, had changed my perspective about sex entirely. I knew I could play both dominant and submissive, that playing both roles would fulfill my sexual desires in different ways. I figured out that I really did have a secret sex side of myself where I enjoyed being punished during sex, and that pain and punishment during sex is only permissible when the pain is accepted and expected.
In a matter of speaking, being at a sex club became my moment of sexual truth, to accept my sexual limitations and capabilities, in order to open my mind into the secrets of the sexual unknown.
The master proceeded to pull her by the hair, and commanded her to knee before him. She waited intently on her knees for a command, then he unzipped his pants, pulled out his erect cock, and commanded her to suck it. She began to consume his cock, licking and sucking the head, in fluid moments, looking away from her master, not once trying to look him in the eye as she sucked his achingly hard cock, but in a flash of one moment, she looked up to him. In a twinkle of an eye, he grabbed her hair and slapped her across the face to punish her for her disobedience. She paused and waited for his signal to suck his dick. After his command, she continued with sucking his cock, not once did she deep throat, not even touching his balls, but sucking only the head, until one moment she touched his balls by accident, and again she was punished with another hair tug and a smart slap on the face.
Wow, did it look hot. I watched the whole scene in mesmerizing silence. She had so much control as a sub, and I was very jealous. I wanted to be her, wanted to be the submissive party, wanted to be the one being slapped across the face by my master. I wanted to be punished the same way as she was, and from their actions, I could tell that her master really took care of her. He was punishing her not because she was bad, but because he knew that she was enjoying being punished, and damn, did I want to take her place. I felt myself getting hot and horny watching the punishment unfold before my eyes, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. They were intriguing and oh so very very hot, so sensual, watching the power play trade off them like playing cards. It gripped me, the power play became a sensual scene, full of discipline, dedication, and spirit.
Soon, the master commanded the slave to kneel on the circular bed, and she spread her legs apart, her arms propped upon the cushions to support herself, doggy-style. He stood behind her, and still fully dressed, entered her as he fucked her pussy from behind, in hard thrusts. He held onto her hair, her head pulled back as she moaned in ecstasy over his hard cock, thrust after thrust, into her body, her ass bouncing forward and back with every sway, every single thrust, exhilarating her body as he held her waist, guiding her body to his penis with every move. He paused for a second to spank her juicy ass with his hand not once, but repeatedly, until her ass turned pink from the spanking. He continued on with fucking her, swaying forward and back as they moved in unison, hearing the sounds of her moaning echo the room.
He stopped suddenly, and commanded her to lie on the bed, facing her master. He then leaned onto the bed with his knees, and proceeded to fuck her from the front, not once touching or caressing her body, just even thrusts moving in unison on the bed. The thrusts became harder and faster, her moans louder and louder, until she screamed and he pulled his swollen cock from her wet pussy and squirted his cum all over her breasts.
I was floored. From all the sex scenes I had watched that night, that was the most provocative, S&M sex scene I had ever witnessed live. The men near me were still touching their swollen dicks, wanting to cum so badly while they were watching the scene. I knew I wasn’t the only one who felt horny watching it.
Soon after the master had pulled out, the sex play had finished, and the crowd dispersed. After watching that scene, we unfortunately had to leave, knowing full well the club was going to close in a few minutes. Our time at the sex club had come to a close.
From that experience, I learned quite a bit about myself that day. I finally realized that I really got off having sex in public, and because of that night, had changed my perspective about sex entirely. I knew I could play both dominant and submissive, that playing both roles would fulfill my sexual desires in different ways. I figured out that I really did have a secret sex side of myself where I enjoyed being punished during sex, and that pain and punishment during sex is only permissible when the pain is accepted and expected.
In a matter of speaking, being at a sex club became my moment of sexual truth, to accept my sexual limitations and capabilities, in order to open my mind into the secrets of the sexual unknown.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Sex Fantasy #1: An Ode to a Scottish Cock
Dedicated to UKRoadrunner...to what could be...enjoy!! (And thank UKRoadrunner for the visual inspiration...)
It is around midnight, and our bodies have stripped off layers and layers of clothing, crumpled and tossed haplessly on the floor. Seeing my naked body and my ever so large and juicy breasts, my brown nipples half erect, your penis begins to grow at the sight of my hands caressing my breasts, pinching my nipples to a hard and wrinkled state. I moan with the sensation and you come toward me, reaching out to my hand, and you place it on your semi-erect dick. I slowly rub the shaft with my hand, up and down, on the length of your cock, pausing slowly to squeeze the head, feeling its softness, rolling it around my thumb and forefinger, and then continue to rub the length of the shaft in even and equal velocity. I take one of your hands and place your forefinger in my mouth, and as I make a fist around your hard cock, my mouth is savoring the roughness of your fingers, teasing the callous and rotating the finger around with my deft tongue, and then sucking the tip of my finger in increasing strengths, taking in more and more of your finger in as I sucked it harder and harder. I let go and place two fingers in my mouth, licking and sucking until you tell me that you can't take it anymore, to suck your cock now, begging me to drink you in…
I oblige, as I kneel down before your full erect cock, standing there in all of its thick glory. Grabbing your shaft with one hand, I lick the head with the tip of my tongue, around the surface, flicking the hole in short movements, then exploring the underside of your head as I massaged your shaft with my fist, jerking it slowly. My mouth surrounds the heads and I suck lightly, then harder and harder, shoving your cock down my throat until you disappear into the cavity of my mouth. My hands wander to your balls, and I begin to play with them, feeling their weight in my hands, rubbing them until I pull my head up for air. I place my hands on my large breasts, surround my breasts around your erect cock, and move my breasts, up and down, jerking your cock in my breasts, rolling them to the head, and moving them back towards the balls, moving faster as my chest heaved in a rhythm, making your cock appear and disappear in between my breasts. Then, I grab your cock and my tongue glides down the pulsing vein on your shaft, pressing it with my mouth, taking in the salty taste of the ridges of your shaft, licking it like an long ice cream cone. My mouth wanders to the crease of your leg and your pubic area, as I suck and nip that area with my teeth and lips, sucking and licking, as I jerk your cock, harder and faster. I move back onto your head, and I suck your head hard, while rubbing your vein with my two fingers, keeping your shaft steady with my other hand, as I suck and suck your head, harder and harder. I hear your breathing race, hard and deep, until you explode cum into my mouth, landing on my tongue, and I swallow its salty goodness, bit after bit, until the last drop. I hear you sigh with relief, your deep breathing becomes shallow and full of sexual release.
(Read the continuatiion at: http://ukroadrunner.wordpress.com/2009/01/23/take-me-to-heaven-lover/)
It is around midnight, and our bodies have stripped off layers and layers of clothing, crumpled and tossed haplessly on the floor. Seeing my naked body and my ever so large and juicy breasts, my brown nipples half erect, your penis begins to grow at the sight of my hands caressing my breasts, pinching my nipples to a hard and wrinkled state. I moan with the sensation and you come toward me, reaching out to my hand, and you place it on your semi-erect dick. I slowly rub the shaft with my hand, up and down, on the length of your cock, pausing slowly to squeeze the head, feeling its softness, rolling it around my thumb and forefinger, and then continue to rub the length of the shaft in even and equal velocity. I take one of your hands and place your forefinger in my mouth, and as I make a fist around your hard cock, my mouth is savoring the roughness of your fingers, teasing the callous and rotating the finger around with my deft tongue, and then sucking the tip of my finger in increasing strengths, taking in more and more of your finger in as I sucked it harder and harder. I let go and place two fingers in my mouth, licking and sucking until you tell me that you can't take it anymore, to suck your cock now, begging me to drink you in…
I oblige, as I kneel down before your full erect cock, standing there in all of its thick glory. Grabbing your shaft with one hand, I lick the head with the tip of my tongue, around the surface, flicking the hole in short movements, then exploring the underside of your head as I massaged your shaft with my fist, jerking it slowly. My mouth surrounds the heads and I suck lightly, then harder and harder, shoving your cock down my throat until you disappear into the cavity of my mouth. My hands wander to your balls, and I begin to play with them, feeling their weight in my hands, rubbing them until I pull my head up for air. I place my hands on my large breasts, surround my breasts around your erect cock, and move my breasts, up and down, jerking your cock in my breasts, rolling them to the head, and moving them back towards the balls, moving faster as my chest heaved in a rhythm, making your cock appear and disappear in between my breasts. Then, I grab your cock and my tongue glides down the pulsing vein on your shaft, pressing it with my mouth, taking in the salty taste of the ridges of your shaft, licking it like an long ice cream cone. My mouth wanders to the crease of your leg and your pubic area, as I suck and nip that area with my teeth and lips, sucking and licking, as I jerk your cock, harder and faster. I move back onto your head, and I suck your head hard, while rubbing your vein with my two fingers, keeping your shaft steady with my other hand, as I suck and suck your head, harder and harder. I hear your breathing race, hard and deep, until you explode cum into my mouth, landing on my tongue, and I swallow its salty goodness, bit after bit, until the last drop. I hear you sigh with relief, your deep breathing becomes shallow and full of sexual release.
(Read the continuatiion at: http://ukroadrunner.wordpress.com/2009/01/23/take-me-to-heaven-lover/)
Sexcapade Files #8: The Gates of Pleasure - The Sex Club Part II
Jesse and I venture back into the second floor with the 70s décor. It was still pretty empty, but we figured it was high time to get some action because watching all of those people fucking everywhere was making the both of us horny. We chose a cubicle that had two entrances that enclosed a canopy bed, covered in white, transparent material, and on one headboard, there were two holes cut out into the wood. We quickly tossed our clothes in a corner and began our routine.
I was shaking with excited anticipation. I had never, ever in my life had sex in front of people. This would be the first time for me to really feel what it would be like to have other people watch me fuck. I quickly lay on the bed, and Jesse placed my hands inside the holes, tying them tightly with Japanese bondage rope. I was a helpless woman, bound to a bed, naked, where my pleasure was in his hands…
He reached over to touch one breast, and gently rubbed the nipples in his hands, as he kissed my mouth, felt his soft lips exploring me, his pointy tongue rubbing against mine as we covered each other’s mouths, wrestling to each other’s movements. As he moved south, my body was covered with his tongue, and I felt the wetness left from his mouth, exploring my neck, my chest, covering my breasts and nipples with kisses and sucks, as he found my erogenous zones near my sides, and went onward, down toward the inside of my legs, and then to his favorite: my feet. He took one foot and pressed it to his nose, smelled its scent, then began to savor one toe, then the other, with his wet mouth, and began to lick the bottom of my foot with his tongue. My, did it feel erotic. I felt even wetter as he caressed and nipped my foot with his teeth, feeling his heavy breathing on my toes, making me feel hotter and hornier at the same time.
A man and a woman, together, showed up during our foot play and watched Jesse lick my feet. The woman turned to me and asked, “Can I touch you?” And I nodded my head, and answered with a breathy “yes”. She lightly touched my thigh with her hand, and as Jesse continued to kiss my foot, she leaned over and ventured into the inside of my thigh, and I felt the ticklish sensation of her nails and fingertips. Wow, did it feel good. I closed my eyes, and felt three hands on me, Jesse’s hands on my feet, and the woman’s hand getting closer and closer towards my pussy…
I felt her fingers lightly touch my clit, and she began to rub it gently. My pussy was dripping with wetness, and I could lightly feel her fingertips brush the entrance of my vagina, then moving towards my clit to rub it slowly and softly. I felt my back arching, my wrists beginning to chafe from the binds, but I was enjoying myself, moaning loudly with pleasure. A few minutes later, her hand disappeared, and I felt Jesse’s weight over me.
I opened my eyes again, and there was a crowd of people surrounding our bed. Out of a small instance of sanity, I quickly counted the people around the bed. Oh my god, there’s twelve people watching me!! Wow!! I said to myself. They were quiet, intently watching us have our fun, and I felt myself enjoying the fact that there was an audience. I felt like a live porn star in sex fantasy land, baring everything and not feeling the slightest bit of shame with what I was doing. I was enjoying the fact that there were twelve sets of eyes watching me, all getting horny by the sight of watching Jesse get me off while I was tied to a headboard. It was very exhilarating, nothing like I had ever felt before. It made me realize the power of being able to hold people by the palm of your hand by having sex in front of them, and stopping them dead in your tracks by your bareness and your sensuality. I had begun to finally realize that power, and I was loving every second of it.
Jesse’s hand began to touch my pussy. I felt his fingers slide into my dripping pussy, massaging my hungry clit with his fingers, rubbing them quickly as I moaned louder and louder, arching my back even more from the power of that climax, and then he slowed down for me to catch my breath. He took his hand away and slapped my ass, and slapped it hard a few times, as I screamed because of the painful pleasure. He was teasing me with his hand, slapping my thighs a few more times, as I screamed loud in the room, loving every second of it.
He focused on my clit again, rubbing it more and more, but then, I felt a foreign hand on my breast, pinching my nipple REALLY HARD. “This is how you touch a girl’s boob!” a woman’s voice said. I moaned in pain, and I opened my eyes with the shock that someone had touched me without my permission. Jesse looked at me with a worried look, and I looked at him with a “let’s ignore it” look on my face. He continued on with his touching, but once again I felt that same heavy hand on my breast, pinching it harder and shaking it to where it ached.
Jesse asked, “Should I tell her to stop?”
I whispered, “No, let’s just ignore her again, but if she does it again, tell her to stop, my boob is hurting.”
It didn’t stop there. She reached over a third time, making me scream in pain, and Jesse pulled her arm away, angrily. “Can you please stop touching her?” he demanded to the woman.
The woman gave him an annoying look, and walked away. I was livid, angry that she broke my moment while I was enjoying my time. Jesse pouted at me and apologized for not stopping her sooner, but it wasn’t his fault, I had told him to ignore her anyway. So we continued with our foreplay, but it wasn’t the same. I was angry as fuck, I was so so pissed that this woman had the balls to hurt someone without asking, especially in a sex club. I was even more pissed that she broke the first rule of conduct, hopefully she would get kicked out.
So Jesse and I decided to finish getting me off because I had lost the mood. We quickly went back to our foreplay, and I ended up squirting on the bed, feeling wonderful that I had come. But I was still really, really pissed. We quickly got up, and informed someone what had happened…turned out, we got a free pass in the end, so there was some consolation…
We put back on our clothes and decided to walk around the club again to see if there were any new acts to watch…and again we ventured back into the S&M basement…
Part III is soon to follow!!
I was shaking with excited anticipation. I had never, ever in my life had sex in front of people. This would be the first time for me to really feel what it would be like to have other people watch me fuck. I quickly lay on the bed, and Jesse placed my hands inside the holes, tying them tightly with Japanese bondage rope. I was a helpless woman, bound to a bed, naked, where my pleasure was in his hands…
He reached over to touch one breast, and gently rubbed the nipples in his hands, as he kissed my mouth, felt his soft lips exploring me, his pointy tongue rubbing against mine as we covered each other’s mouths, wrestling to each other’s movements. As he moved south, my body was covered with his tongue, and I felt the wetness left from his mouth, exploring my neck, my chest, covering my breasts and nipples with kisses and sucks, as he found my erogenous zones near my sides, and went onward, down toward the inside of my legs, and then to his favorite: my feet. He took one foot and pressed it to his nose, smelled its scent, then began to savor one toe, then the other, with his wet mouth, and began to lick the bottom of my foot with his tongue. My, did it feel erotic. I felt even wetter as he caressed and nipped my foot with his teeth, feeling his heavy breathing on my toes, making me feel hotter and hornier at the same time.
A man and a woman, together, showed up during our foot play and watched Jesse lick my feet. The woman turned to me and asked, “Can I touch you?” And I nodded my head, and answered with a breathy “yes”. She lightly touched my thigh with her hand, and as Jesse continued to kiss my foot, she leaned over and ventured into the inside of my thigh, and I felt the ticklish sensation of her nails and fingertips. Wow, did it feel good. I closed my eyes, and felt three hands on me, Jesse’s hands on my feet, and the woman’s hand getting closer and closer towards my pussy…
I felt her fingers lightly touch my clit, and she began to rub it gently. My pussy was dripping with wetness, and I could lightly feel her fingertips brush the entrance of my vagina, then moving towards my clit to rub it slowly and softly. I felt my back arching, my wrists beginning to chafe from the binds, but I was enjoying myself, moaning loudly with pleasure. A few minutes later, her hand disappeared, and I felt Jesse’s weight over me.
I opened my eyes again, and there was a crowd of people surrounding our bed. Out of a small instance of sanity, I quickly counted the people around the bed. Oh my god, there’s twelve people watching me!! Wow!! I said to myself. They were quiet, intently watching us have our fun, and I felt myself enjoying the fact that there was an audience. I felt like a live porn star in sex fantasy land, baring everything and not feeling the slightest bit of shame with what I was doing. I was enjoying the fact that there were twelve sets of eyes watching me, all getting horny by the sight of watching Jesse get me off while I was tied to a headboard. It was very exhilarating, nothing like I had ever felt before. It made me realize the power of being able to hold people by the palm of your hand by having sex in front of them, and stopping them dead in your tracks by your bareness and your sensuality. I had begun to finally realize that power, and I was loving every second of it.
Jesse’s hand began to touch my pussy. I felt his fingers slide into my dripping pussy, massaging my hungry clit with his fingers, rubbing them quickly as I moaned louder and louder, arching my back even more from the power of that climax, and then he slowed down for me to catch my breath. He took his hand away and slapped my ass, and slapped it hard a few times, as I screamed because of the painful pleasure. He was teasing me with his hand, slapping my thighs a few more times, as I screamed loud in the room, loving every second of it.
He focused on my clit again, rubbing it more and more, but then, I felt a foreign hand on my breast, pinching my nipple REALLY HARD. “This is how you touch a girl’s boob!” a woman’s voice said. I moaned in pain, and I opened my eyes with the shock that someone had touched me without my permission. Jesse looked at me with a worried look, and I looked at him with a “let’s ignore it” look on my face. He continued on with his touching, but once again I felt that same heavy hand on my breast, pinching it harder and shaking it to where it ached.
Jesse asked, “Should I tell her to stop?”
I whispered, “No, let’s just ignore her again, but if she does it again, tell her to stop, my boob is hurting.”
It didn’t stop there. She reached over a third time, making me scream in pain, and Jesse pulled her arm away, angrily. “Can you please stop touching her?” he demanded to the woman.
The woman gave him an annoying look, and walked away. I was livid, angry that she broke my moment while I was enjoying my time. Jesse pouted at me and apologized for not stopping her sooner, but it wasn’t his fault, I had told him to ignore her anyway. So we continued with our foreplay, but it wasn’t the same. I was angry as fuck, I was so so pissed that this woman had the balls to hurt someone without asking, especially in a sex club. I was even more pissed that she broke the first rule of conduct, hopefully she would get kicked out.
So Jesse and I decided to finish getting me off because I had lost the mood. We quickly went back to our foreplay, and I ended up squirting on the bed, feeling wonderful that I had come. But I was still really, really pissed. We quickly got up, and informed someone what had happened…turned out, we got a free pass in the end, so there was some consolation…
We put back on our clothes and decided to walk around the club again to see if there were any new acts to watch…and again we ventured back into the S&M basement…
Part III is soon to follow!!
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Sexcapade Files #7: The Gates of Pleasure – The Sex Club Experience Part I
A few years ago, a fuck buddy of mine named Jesse and I decided to explore the city in a unique way – by going to a sex club. It was located in a back alley in the ghetto part of the city, but damn, was it worth the risk of getting shot going to that club, it was like sex heaven.
We entered the club, and discovered there were four floors total, but we had access to only three floors (the fourth floor was for homosexual men only to romp in). We walked into the dark first floor and discovered the delights of this floor Рthe exotic Medieval period and ancient Egyptian d̩cor surrounded the place. The rooms had lavish decorations that were felt true to the time period it represented Рsex swings hung from wooden beams and teepee structures, large wooden effigies with metal hooks for hanging were strewn in each room, and there were wooden structures that seemed like face-down massage chairs in some of the rooms, and I was so tempted to want to get whipped sitting on something like that. Every room had an entrance, but no door, for people to view you while you were fucking. No one had privacy, it was a building full of orgies out in open view. People would walk around with no clothes on, men would sit on benches watching people having sex, and jerking themselves for everyone to see. The building smelled of incense, and the dark atmosphere shrouded the mysteries of sex that I so desperately wanted to see.
We passed by a jail cell that had stirrups where an older couple was having sex. The woman was lying on a platform with her legs on the stirrups, moaning and her breasts moving in rhythmic motion while her husband was banging away, as you heard the slapping of his balls and thighs on her skin. Two men were with us watching this couple fucking away, and you can see their penises being stroked and rubbed by their calloused hands, and geez, was I getting horny.
We went upstairs to another floor, where it had a 70’s strip tease/romantic fantasy theme. In one section of the room, there were tables and chairs, and a pole bar where you could perform pole acts. On the other side of the room, you saw cubicles with beds that had different types of canopies, and all of them had holes on the headboards so you could get tied up in them. Further towards the back of the room, you saw a multitude of wide couches, and all had enough space for you to fuck on. At this point, this floor wasn’t completely busy, so we moved on to the next floor…
The basement was the most interesting floor of all – it was the S&M floor. It was the darkest room of all, but the most exciting and had the most variety. Once you entered the room, the place looked like a dungeon. In the center of the room, you saw a large jail cell replica with smaller jail compartments. In one, you saw a naked young man sitting on a chair with stirrups, his hands behind his back, and his white cock was erect, glistening under faint florescent lights. In another cell, there were two transvestite masters paddling and shocking two other trannies slaves handcuffed to a paddle chair, and in the last compartment, a man was strapped on a gurney while his master was whipping him hard with a leather whip, his lashes would echo in the dungeon.
Jesse and I walked around the room, and saw open rooms on the other side of the floor. In one room, there was a king sized platform bed, with a wooden slab tilted at an angle for hanging and whipping. Another room had modern décor, the walls were all white but tinted with black lighting. A large circular bed sat in one side of the room, and the floor was covered with black carpeting. The last room was dark and also illuminated with black lighting, and had a few chairs and couches. Inside that room were 2 males and 2 females having an orgy together, two men were kissing on the couch while the women were crouched on the floor sucking cock, oblivious that there was a crowd of people standing in front of their room, watching. It was so hot that I felt really really horny.
Jesse and I couldn’t take it anymore…we decided to go up to the second floor to find a room to fuck in, we couldn’t pass this up…
Part II will come soon, promise!!
We entered the club, and discovered there were four floors total, but we had access to only three floors (the fourth floor was for homosexual men only to romp in). We walked into the dark first floor and discovered the delights of this floor Рthe exotic Medieval period and ancient Egyptian d̩cor surrounded the place. The rooms had lavish decorations that were felt true to the time period it represented Рsex swings hung from wooden beams and teepee structures, large wooden effigies with metal hooks for hanging were strewn in each room, and there were wooden structures that seemed like face-down massage chairs in some of the rooms, and I was so tempted to want to get whipped sitting on something like that. Every room had an entrance, but no door, for people to view you while you were fucking. No one had privacy, it was a building full of orgies out in open view. People would walk around with no clothes on, men would sit on benches watching people having sex, and jerking themselves for everyone to see. The building smelled of incense, and the dark atmosphere shrouded the mysteries of sex that I so desperately wanted to see.
We passed by a jail cell that had stirrups where an older couple was having sex. The woman was lying on a platform with her legs on the stirrups, moaning and her breasts moving in rhythmic motion while her husband was banging away, as you heard the slapping of his balls and thighs on her skin. Two men were with us watching this couple fucking away, and you can see their penises being stroked and rubbed by their calloused hands, and geez, was I getting horny.
We went upstairs to another floor, where it had a 70’s strip tease/romantic fantasy theme. In one section of the room, there were tables and chairs, and a pole bar where you could perform pole acts. On the other side of the room, you saw cubicles with beds that had different types of canopies, and all of them had holes on the headboards so you could get tied up in them. Further towards the back of the room, you saw a multitude of wide couches, and all had enough space for you to fuck on. At this point, this floor wasn’t completely busy, so we moved on to the next floor…
The basement was the most interesting floor of all – it was the S&M floor. It was the darkest room of all, but the most exciting and had the most variety. Once you entered the room, the place looked like a dungeon. In the center of the room, you saw a large jail cell replica with smaller jail compartments. In one, you saw a naked young man sitting on a chair with stirrups, his hands behind his back, and his white cock was erect, glistening under faint florescent lights. In another cell, there were two transvestite masters paddling and shocking two other trannies slaves handcuffed to a paddle chair, and in the last compartment, a man was strapped on a gurney while his master was whipping him hard with a leather whip, his lashes would echo in the dungeon.
Jesse and I walked around the room, and saw open rooms on the other side of the floor. In one room, there was a king sized platform bed, with a wooden slab tilted at an angle for hanging and whipping. Another room had modern décor, the walls were all white but tinted with black lighting. A large circular bed sat in one side of the room, and the floor was covered with black carpeting. The last room was dark and also illuminated with black lighting, and had a few chairs and couches. Inside that room were 2 males and 2 females having an orgy together, two men were kissing on the couch while the women were crouched on the floor sucking cock, oblivious that there was a crowd of people standing in front of their room, watching. It was so hot that I felt really really horny.
Jesse and I couldn’t take it anymore…we decided to go up to the second floor to find a room to fuck in, we couldn’t pass this up…
Part II will come soon, promise!!
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Sexcapade Files #6: Monster Chocolate Cock
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Pet Peeves During Sex
There are things that men do that really really piss me off during sex, or during the sex experience. I never really vocalize them because it usually breaks the mood, and it can be a dealbreaker between getting cock and not getting cock at all, and surprisingly, men have very sensitive feelings about sex. Here are a few things that I would like to put out there, hopefully there are more women out there that feel the same way I do.
#1: PLEASE TAKE OFF YOUR SOCKS BEFORE SEX!! It's not fair to have to fuck someone when the girl is almost completely naked. It's kind of lame and so unsexy to see a guy with his tube socks up to his calfs trying to suck your nipples. What is it with guy's not taking their socks off during sex? Do they think that we don't notice that they're still wearing socks? Half of the time, I feel that when a guy doesn't take off his socks, he only wants you as a quickie, so the minute he's done, he can easily walk out the door after throwing on his clothes...so show some respect, guys...TAKE OFF YOUR SOCKS!!
#2: HAVING SEX ON BEDSHEETS THAT HAVE CARTOON CHARACTERS/SPORTS LOGOS ON THEM: Unless you're a avid sports/cartoon crazy fanatic and think it's hot that they're doing the nasty on top of Bugs Bunny or Pikachu, most girls are going to think you're freaking lame. How old are you, twelve?! Grow up and get some "manly men" sheets, it doesn't have to be intricate (you don't have to completely match your whole room, and if you did, we would definitely be scared if you knew how to match a complete bed set), but at least solid colors or stripes...we're going to think you haven't dropped any of your balls yet and never sleep with you again.
#3: FLOSS/BRUSH YOUR TEETH/EAT A MINT BEFORE TRYING TO MAKE OUT WITH US!! Do you realize how disgusting it is to make out with someone who had just eaten and we're trying to wrestle tongues, to find bits of leftover food in your teeth, or worse, tasting your last meal on your breath? Ick...enough said...
#4: CLEAN YOUR PAD/ROOM BEFORE BRINGING US OVER TO FUCK! For one, if you wanted us to have sex all over your place, we would NOT be willing to sit on a kitchen counter that still had remnants of your PB&J on the counter...gross...so if you're one of those frisky guys that like to do it outside of the bedroom, please be sure you clean your place up before bringing us over.
#5: IF YOU'RE BRINGING US OVER FOR A DRINK BEFORE FUCKING, MAKE SURE YOU'RE SERVING US DRINKS IN A GLASS THAT IS MADE OF GLASS, AND IN THE CORRECT GLASS!! Most guys don't know the difference between a wine glass and a brandy glass, and we would certainly not appreciate being serve wine in a plastic cup. You know how we are, we like to be pampered, and if you want me to sleep with you, treat a girl right and serve her some wine in a WINE GLASS!!
#6: IF WE TELL YOU TO STOP DOING SOMETHING, STOP!! And this is basically during sex...a lot of guys tend to forget that girls are picky, if we don't like the shit you do down there, then stop doing it, it's just going to piss us off even more, and we'll regret sleeping with you later.
#7: DON'T BITE HARD ON CLIT/BOOBS: Unless you're into S&M and like getting hit on the boobs/clit, don't hurt a girl's areas too much or she will hate the ground you walk on. Not only will she stop fucking you, she will storm out, and you will regret ever biting hard on a girl, period.
#8: DO NOT SLOBBER ON US LIKE YOU'VE SEEN ON PORNOS!! For real, guys, that head shaking thing that you see on your favorite porn does not work for us. All that shit is fake! (Thanks GGMN) Don't believe everything you see on porn, we will not appreciate you later if we realize that you're a porn copycat.
#9: IF WE ARE WILLING TO DO A FAVOR BY SUCKING COCK, DO US A FAVOR BY EATING US OUT!! There are some men that don't like to eat pussy, and it's so not fair to us, when you men want us to go down there to suck cock. Why are there some out there that are too selfish to realize that they have to return the favor?? We have to make ourselves look good so you'd want to sleep with us again, did you think we would just want to sleep with you by just fucking you? No, we want the whole package, foreplay and all...no woman should go without getting her pussy eaten while she's getting fucked, seriously...
Yeah, I know that a lot of these are redundant and self-explanatory, but I guess I needed to rant...girls, send me your pet peeves, I'll try to include them on another post for you! Send e-mail to sex.confessions69@gmail.com or comment this page!
#1: PLEASE TAKE OFF YOUR SOCKS BEFORE SEX!! It's not fair to have to fuck someone when the girl is almost completely naked. It's kind of lame and so unsexy to see a guy with his tube socks up to his calfs trying to suck your nipples. What is it with guy's not taking their socks off during sex? Do they think that we don't notice that they're still wearing socks? Half of the time, I feel that when a guy doesn't take off his socks, he only wants you as a quickie, so the minute he's done, he can easily walk out the door after throwing on his clothes...so show some respect, guys...TAKE OFF YOUR SOCKS!!
#2: HAVING SEX ON BEDSHEETS THAT HAVE CARTOON CHARACTERS/SPORTS LOGOS ON THEM: Unless you're a avid sports/cartoon crazy fanatic and think it's hot that they're doing the nasty on top of Bugs Bunny or Pikachu, most girls are going to think you're freaking lame. How old are you, twelve?! Grow up and get some "manly men" sheets, it doesn't have to be intricate (you don't have to completely match your whole room, and if you did, we would definitely be scared if you knew how to match a complete bed set), but at least solid colors or stripes...we're going to think you haven't dropped any of your balls yet and never sleep with you again.
#3: FLOSS/BRUSH YOUR TEETH/EAT A MINT BEFORE TRYING TO MAKE OUT WITH US!! Do you realize how disgusting it is to make out with someone who had just eaten and we're trying to wrestle tongues, to find bits of leftover food in your teeth, or worse, tasting your last meal on your breath? Ick...enough said...
#4: CLEAN YOUR PAD/ROOM BEFORE BRINGING US OVER TO FUCK! For one, if you wanted us to have sex all over your place, we would NOT be willing to sit on a kitchen counter that still had remnants of your PB&J on the counter...gross...so if you're one of those frisky guys that like to do it outside of the bedroom, please be sure you clean your place up before bringing us over.
#5: IF YOU'RE BRINGING US OVER FOR A DRINK BEFORE FUCKING, MAKE SURE YOU'RE SERVING US DRINKS IN A GLASS THAT IS MADE OF GLASS, AND IN THE CORRECT GLASS!! Most guys don't know the difference between a wine glass and a brandy glass, and we would certainly not appreciate being serve wine in a plastic cup. You know how we are, we like to be pampered, and if you want me to sleep with you, treat a girl right and serve her some wine in a WINE GLASS!!
#6: IF WE TELL YOU TO STOP DOING SOMETHING, STOP!! And this is basically during sex...a lot of guys tend to forget that girls are picky, if we don't like the shit you do down there, then stop doing it, it's just going to piss us off even more, and we'll regret sleeping with you later.
#7: DON'T BITE HARD ON CLIT/BOOBS: Unless you're into S&M and like getting hit on the boobs/clit, don't hurt a girl's areas too much or she will hate the ground you walk on. Not only will she stop fucking you, she will storm out, and you will regret ever biting hard on a girl, period.
#8: DO NOT SLOBBER ON US LIKE YOU'VE SEEN ON PORNOS!! For real, guys, that head shaking thing that you see on your favorite porn does not work for us. All that shit is fake! (Thanks GGMN) Don't believe everything you see on porn, we will not appreciate you later if we realize that you're a porn copycat.
#9: IF WE ARE WILLING TO DO A FAVOR BY SUCKING COCK, DO US A FAVOR BY EATING US OUT!! There are some men that don't like to eat pussy, and it's so not fair to us, when you men want us to go down there to suck cock. Why are there some out there that are too selfish to realize that they have to return the favor?? We have to make ourselves look good so you'd want to sleep with us again, did you think we would just want to sleep with you by just fucking you? No, we want the whole package, foreplay and all...no woman should go without getting her pussy eaten while she's getting fucked, seriously...
Yeah, I know that a lot of these are redundant and self-explanatory, but I guess I needed to rant...girls, send me your pet peeves, I'll try to include them on another post for you! Send e-mail to sex.confessions69@gmail.com or comment this page!
Sexperience #3: The Vagina Sessions
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Sunday, January 18, 2009
Sexcapade Files #5: Orgasm by Ultrasound
Orgasm by ultrasound...what does that mean, you ask. Sounds like a strange way to get off it seems, but believe it or not, it is possible.
I would have to consider this sex incident as one of the funniest things to happen to me, even if it was by accident. Please consider that I wasn't even in that frame of mind to be thinking about sex (it wasn't even in the picture), but it resulted in a sexual manner in the end.
I was at the hospital for an ultrasound procedure, and I was scared shitless. I had never done an ultrasound, I wasn't sure what they would find, and I was hoping the prognosis would be good. So, as you can see, I was thinking about my health more than anything at this point. I was sent to a room with two women, one was an older, blond woman, and the other was much younger, about my age, wearing a technician's coat. They quickly introduced myself, and here I was, shaking with a silent fear, of what was supposed to happen, that I forgot their names. They told me to undress and wear a hospital gown, and asked me to lie down on the bed, that was right next to a computer screen.
So then the procedure began. They had smeared gel all over my stomach and guided an instrument that looked like a large dildo over my abdomen, and from what I can tell, the younger girl was in training to conduct ultrasounds, so she didn't really know what she was doing, and the older woman was guiding her, by hand, to point that instrument in the correct way. The younger girl was making mistakes, so the ultrasound wand kept on moving around in jagged movements, making small adjustments here and there, for half an hour until they finished.
I thought we were completely done, until the older woman stated they had to do a "transvaginal" ultrasound. I wasn't sure what that meant until they told me to open my legs and I felt cold hands on my thighs.
The wand went inside my pussy, slick and wet with gel. I took a deep breath, as the wand probed inside my pussy. Again, the younger woman was probing the wand inside of me, making mistakes and small, awkward movements here and there, so much that I started to feel kind of horny.
Oh my god, I'm getting wet, I thought. I shut my eyes tightly, trying not to make a sound, and I felt my hands clutching onto the sides of the bed, trying not to think of the awkward and sharp movements of the ultrasound wand, the uneven strokes...
Shit! I'm getting wet, oh my god, oh my god, I kept on telling myself, over and over again, but I was feeling the jagged movements of that ultrasound wand in my pussy, feeling myself getting hotter and wetter as the minutes go by. Then I began to panic.
Just breathe, don't think, just breathe deeply, this torture will end soon, don't think of this as a sex act, it's a medical procedure!! Just breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out... I told myself over and over again, lying on the bed, and feeling myself getting hotter and hornier.
Oh my god, I hope they don't know that I'm getting wet down there! This is way too embarrassing! I'm here for a medical procedure, not for some sex fling! Please, I hope they don't know about me getting wet... I pursed my lips tightly so I couldn't have the urge to escape a moan or a sigh, but I felt myself breathing hard. My cheeks were getting flushed, and my hands were getting numb from holding on to the bed. So much for embarrassing moments.
Then finally, it was over. They asked me to get up from the bed, get dressed, and I was on my way out. I kept thinking about the incident in my mind, and I flushed with embarrassment. Out of a frightening medical procedure, I ended up getting horny instead.
Who said that being at the hospital wasn't sexy? :-D
I would have to consider this sex incident as one of the funniest things to happen to me, even if it was by accident. Please consider that I wasn't even in that frame of mind to be thinking about sex (it wasn't even in the picture), but it resulted in a sexual manner in the end.
I was at the hospital for an ultrasound procedure, and I was scared shitless. I had never done an ultrasound, I wasn't sure what they would find, and I was hoping the prognosis would be good. So, as you can see, I was thinking about my health more than anything at this point. I was sent to a room with two women, one was an older, blond woman, and the other was much younger, about my age, wearing a technician's coat. They quickly introduced myself, and here I was, shaking with a silent fear, of what was supposed to happen, that I forgot their names. They told me to undress and wear a hospital gown, and asked me to lie down on the bed, that was right next to a computer screen.
So then the procedure began. They had smeared gel all over my stomach and guided an instrument that looked like a large dildo over my abdomen, and from what I can tell, the younger girl was in training to conduct ultrasounds, so she didn't really know what she was doing, and the older woman was guiding her, by hand, to point that instrument in the correct way. The younger girl was making mistakes, so the ultrasound wand kept on moving around in jagged movements, making small adjustments here and there, for half an hour until they finished.
I thought we were completely done, until the older woman stated they had to do a "transvaginal" ultrasound. I wasn't sure what that meant until they told me to open my legs and I felt cold hands on my thighs.
The wand went inside my pussy, slick and wet with gel. I took a deep breath, as the wand probed inside my pussy. Again, the younger woman was probing the wand inside of me, making mistakes and small, awkward movements here and there, so much that I started to feel kind of horny.
Oh my god, I'm getting wet, I thought. I shut my eyes tightly, trying not to make a sound, and I felt my hands clutching onto the sides of the bed, trying not to think of the awkward and sharp movements of the ultrasound wand, the uneven strokes...
Shit! I'm getting wet, oh my god, oh my god, I kept on telling myself, over and over again, but I was feeling the jagged movements of that ultrasound wand in my pussy, feeling myself getting hotter and wetter as the minutes go by. Then I began to panic.
Just breathe, don't think, just breathe deeply, this torture will end soon, don't think of this as a sex act, it's a medical procedure!! Just breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out... I told myself over and over again, lying on the bed, and feeling myself getting hotter and hornier.
Oh my god, I hope they don't know that I'm getting wet down there! This is way too embarrassing! I'm here for a medical procedure, not for some sex fling! Please, I hope they don't know about me getting wet... I pursed my lips tightly so I couldn't have the urge to escape a moan or a sigh, but I felt myself breathing hard. My cheeks were getting flushed, and my hands were getting numb from holding on to the bed. So much for embarrassing moments.
Then finally, it was over. They asked me to get up from the bed, get dressed, and I was on my way out. I kept thinking about the incident in my mind, and I flushed with embarrassment. Out of a frightening medical procedure, I ended up getting horny instead.
Who said that being at the hospital wasn't sexy? :-D
Sexcapade Files #4: Bed Humper Part II
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Saturday, January 17, 2009
Sexcapade Files #3: Bed Humper Part I
There are some sexcapades that you remember only because you really wish to forget them - they were some of the most embarrasing moments of your sex career, a glitch in your system that you wish you could erase. No matter how small and minor your achievements were for that one particular moment of pleasure, the embarrassment takes over and hopefully you’d never have to see them again.
I met Anthony on Facebook, on one of those dating applications. He looked cute and he was Filipino (like myself), and he messaged me, so we started talking on the phone. He was pretty talkative, but there were a few things I noticed about him: one, he had a feminine voice. Since I had close friends who are gay, you can say that I picked up gaydar from them, and I was feeling those vibes from this guy, but I wasn’t sure. I hadn’t met him to really solidify that fact. Two, he was a time-hogger - always wanting to talk on the phone, always wanting to hang out, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hang out with him, until we started talking about sex on the phone.
During our talks, he said that he loved eating pussy and that his exes couldn’t let him go because he was such a great pussy eater. (That should’ve been my first warning, he was bragging how good he was…then again, I do that too, but I know my skills ) He then proceeded to tell what he wanted to do me, to fuck me long and hard and eat my pussy out until it gushes with juices and I come long and hard…so he says. So we decide to meet a few days later in the city to “hang out”.
I ride the train close to his place, and mind you, I’m suffering from a cold, so I wasn’t in the right mind to get booty. But, I figured I was here anyway, and it had been about 2 years since I even had booty, so something was better than nothing. I see him for the first time, and he’s kind of short, lanky, cute in a wrinkly way, and he really DOES have the gay voice AND the hand flip thing that gay guys do. He talks to me and we try to do small talk while we have lunch near his place, then he we go to his apartment.
I’m wracking my brain, thinking of what to do. For one, I’m definitely not attracted to him. He’s not really my type, and he’s a bit annoying. He doesn’t have much relevant to say, and I’m trying to think of some way to have him talk less, get my booty and get the fuck out of here, but here I was, in his nice apartment with really bad decor. He has stuffed animals and toys all over the place, like he’s 10 years old. He refers to Wall-E as “really cute”…shudder…can he just shut the fuck up so we can fuck already?!
At last, he walks over to me and gives me a kiss. At least his lips are soft and a bit timid, so I take over. We go into a full tongue kiss and I started to rub his cock from the outside of this pants. He stops and starts to moan loudly, and and then I proceed to undo his belt and unzip his khaki pants, and I reach into his tighty whiteys to grab his OH SO NOT AMAZING DICK. It was small for my standards - about 6 inches long and the girth of a churro stick, shaved and cut - so he better be good with his pussy eating…I hoped.
Oh my god, why am I here? I asked myself. But I was too busy jerking his half-hard cock and listening to him moan loudly as he grabs my shoulders to support himself from his shock of pleasure. So we started to pull off each other’s clothes, and as I took off my bra, he just wouldn’t stop staring at my breasts. Mind you, I know that my breasts are rather large, and they are my pride and joy, but he stupidly stared at them like he was hypnotized, drool and all. He then lightly touched them, LIGHTLY (sigh of frustration), barely touched my nipples, and gingerly traced his fingers over them like he was touching a rabbit’s foot. Again, I was getting irritated at this…whatever he was…shemale wannabe…guy that I just want him to fuck me so I could go home.
So he leads me into his room, and it’s a mess. His only bed is a futon that is laid out on the floor, and he has Transformers sheets (ick). Who the fuck has Transformer sheets when they’re 30? Shit, this is lame! I thought to my self. But I laid him down, and proceeded to suck his thin churro dick because it was the only one I could get after two years.
He thought he got special treatment, because my skills blew his mind, but in actuality, I only did less than half the tricks I normally did because he wasn’t worth spilling all the tricks on the table. He kept on yelling, “Oh my god, I didn’t know about that spot! Oh shit! Oh shit!” which of course, gave me a really big head, but I was trying to ignore him, trying to enjoy sucking cock again, missing the salty smell of a dick, feeling its softness, its hardness, the contours of a dick…I felt right at home.
After a while, he grabbed me and told me to lie down. He got in between my legs, placed his head near my pussy, and started to lick it in these weird, uneven strokes. It was like he was shipwrecked sailor ravaging a pig on an island after not being able to eat for months. Not only was he such a sloppy, drooly pussy eater, he wouldn’t stay in one place. There was no technique, just drool and cum and a tongue muscle slathering itself like a knife slathers mayonnaise on a piece of bread. He would shake his head rapidly, thinking I was going to get off, but I was actually FAKING my moans. All I did was just squeeze my vagina muscles, and yes, I did get wet, but I didn’t come. So pathetic, this guy, after all the bragging he did, couldn’t even deliver. I’m wondering, between fake moans, if the girls he fucked before thought he was good, then they probably didn’t know much about sex at all, which made it even worse.
So we finally fuck and of course, do missionary, because that’s the only thing he knew. He wasn’t bad, but he didn’t do anything else besides pull my hair (which I thought was pretty hot), but he didn’t even play with the breasts, and they really did feel rejected. He felt small, but then he did fit just right in there for the meantime, since that pussy of mine did not have any cock for a while. The only thing was, after 30 minutes, he was completely done, and I didn’t really come very much, just wet. After a few minutes, I realized that I finally got my booty after waiting for so long, and I told him I had to leave, which he didn’t completely want me to, of course, but I knew I had to get out of there, because what was the point of being there if I already got what I wanted? Plus, he was going to start talking again, and I wanted to completely stay away from that…
Riding on the train towards home, I felt that after-sex glow, that FINALLY I finally got booty, but on the other hand, I was relieved to get out of there. No other guy have I ever felt the itch to leave during sex, but I made a big mistake, and didn’t realize it until the next time I saw him…
Part II of the Bed Humper will continue on the next installment…and you will find out why he’s called “the Bed Humper”…
I met Anthony on Facebook, on one of those dating applications. He looked cute and he was Filipino (like myself), and he messaged me, so we started talking on the phone. He was pretty talkative, but there were a few things I noticed about him: one, he had a feminine voice. Since I had close friends who are gay, you can say that I picked up gaydar from them, and I was feeling those vibes from this guy, but I wasn’t sure. I hadn’t met him to really solidify that fact. Two, he was a time-hogger - always wanting to talk on the phone, always wanting to hang out, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hang out with him, until we started talking about sex on the phone.
During our talks, he said that he loved eating pussy and that his exes couldn’t let him go because he was such a great pussy eater. (That should’ve been my first warning, he was bragging how good he was…then again, I do that too, but I know my skills ) He then proceeded to tell what he wanted to do me, to fuck me long and hard and eat my pussy out until it gushes with juices and I come long and hard…so he says. So we decide to meet a few days later in the city to “hang out”.
I ride the train close to his place, and mind you, I’m suffering from a cold, so I wasn’t in the right mind to get booty. But, I figured I was here anyway, and it had been about 2 years since I even had booty, so something was better than nothing. I see him for the first time, and he’s kind of short, lanky, cute in a wrinkly way, and he really DOES have the gay voice AND the hand flip thing that gay guys do. He talks to me and we try to do small talk while we have lunch near his place, then he we go to his apartment.
I’m wracking my brain, thinking of what to do. For one, I’m definitely not attracted to him. He’s not really my type, and he’s a bit annoying. He doesn’t have much relevant to say, and I’m trying to think of some way to have him talk less, get my booty and get the fuck out of here, but here I was, in his nice apartment with really bad decor. He has stuffed animals and toys all over the place, like he’s 10 years old. He refers to Wall-E as “really cute”…shudder…can he just shut the fuck up so we can fuck already?!
At last, he walks over to me and gives me a kiss. At least his lips are soft and a bit timid, so I take over. We go into a full tongue kiss and I started to rub his cock from the outside of this pants. He stops and starts to moan loudly, and and then I proceed to undo his belt and unzip his khaki pants, and I reach into his tighty whiteys to grab his OH SO NOT AMAZING DICK. It was small for my standards - about 6 inches long and the girth of a churro stick, shaved and cut - so he better be good with his pussy eating…I hoped.
Oh my god, why am I here? I asked myself. But I was too busy jerking his half-hard cock and listening to him moan loudly as he grabs my shoulders to support himself from his shock of pleasure. So we started to pull off each other’s clothes, and as I took off my bra, he just wouldn’t stop staring at my breasts. Mind you, I know that my breasts are rather large, and they are my pride and joy, but he stupidly stared at them like he was hypnotized, drool and all. He then lightly touched them, LIGHTLY (sigh of frustration), barely touched my nipples, and gingerly traced his fingers over them like he was touching a rabbit’s foot. Again, I was getting irritated at this…whatever he was…shemale wannabe…guy that I just want him to fuck me so I could go home.
So he leads me into his room, and it’s a mess. His only bed is a futon that is laid out on the floor, and he has Transformers sheets (ick). Who the fuck has Transformer sheets when they’re 30? Shit, this is lame! I thought to my self. But I laid him down, and proceeded to suck his thin churro dick because it was the only one I could get after two years.
He thought he got special treatment, because my skills blew his mind, but in actuality, I only did less than half the tricks I normally did because he wasn’t worth spilling all the tricks on the table. He kept on yelling, “Oh my god, I didn’t know about that spot! Oh shit! Oh shit!” which of course, gave me a really big head, but I was trying to ignore him, trying to enjoy sucking cock again, missing the salty smell of a dick, feeling its softness, its hardness, the contours of a dick…I felt right at home.
After a while, he grabbed me and told me to lie down. He got in between my legs, placed his head near my pussy, and started to lick it in these weird, uneven strokes. It was like he was shipwrecked sailor ravaging a pig on an island after not being able to eat for months. Not only was he such a sloppy, drooly pussy eater, he wouldn’t stay in one place. There was no technique, just drool and cum and a tongue muscle slathering itself like a knife slathers mayonnaise on a piece of bread. He would shake his head rapidly, thinking I was going to get off, but I was actually FAKING my moans. All I did was just squeeze my vagina muscles, and yes, I did get wet, but I didn’t come. So pathetic, this guy, after all the bragging he did, couldn’t even deliver. I’m wondering, between fake moans, if the girls he fucked before thought he was good, then they probably didn’t know much about sex at all, which made it even worse.
So we finally fuck and of course, do missionary, because that’s the only thing he knew. He wasn’t bad, but he didn’t do anything else besides pull my hair (which I thought was pretty hot), but he didn’t even play with the breasts, and they really did feel rejected. He felt small, but then he did fit just right in there for the meantime, since that pussy of mine did not have any cock for a while. The only thing was, after 30 minutes, he was completely done, and I didn’t really come very much, just wet. After a few minutes, I realized that I finally got my booty after waiting for so long, and I told him I had to leave, which he didn’t completely want me to, of course, but I knew I had to get out of there, because what was the point of being there if I already got what I wanted? Plus, he was going to start talking again, and I wanted to completely stay away from that…
Riding on the train towards home, I felt that after-sex glow, that FINALLY I finally got booty, but on the other hand, I was relieved to get out of there. No other guy have I ever felt the itch to leave during sex, but I made a big mistake, and didn’t realize it until the next time I saw him…
Part II of the Bed Humper will continue on the next installment…and you will find out why he’s called “the Bed Humper”…
Sexcapade Files #2: Cybersex via Postal Mail
Orgasms over postal mail. That's exactly what I did with Eric, my boyfriend at the time, when we were apart for the summer, earlier in our relationship a few years back.
Mind you, I was still a virgin, but we were messing around. We were playing around, touching each other, sucking cock and licking pussy, for hours and hours on end. I guess you could say that he was my first in everything, but he was definitely a great experience.
He had this pretty large cock, and for a virgin, even I thought it was pretty massive. He was about 7 1/2 inches, had a girth of a normal flashlight, and he was uncut. The most interesting thing for me at the time was the fact that he was a grower: when it wasn't hard, it would be hiding in its little shell, then when you woke it up, it would slowly grow, inch by inch, until you'd see its head protruding widely out to say "Stand hutt!" and greet me in attention until I gave it my next command.
Eric and I had only been together for about three months, and he had finally convinced me (or wore me down) to start messing around with him. Surprisingly, when I was still a virgin I was a prude when it came to doing the actual deed, but wow did I talk dirty...you could say that I could only talk the talk, but couldn't do the walk. The not so surprising thing that happened was that once I started sucking cock and messing around, a sexual awakening occured inside of me, and I couldn't stop. I liked messing around, and I liked sucking cock. Really sucking cock.
So we were both away from each other, and we chat on instant messenger every night, just talking about things. Half of the time, we would do cybersex, and did my imagination run wild. I would usually initiate it, type out what I would do to him, suck his cock so many different ways, dry hump him, you know it, until the only thing he could type back would be "I'm cumming" so misspelled that you knew that he couldn't concentrate to even respond properly.
One day, I had purchased some black lacy thongs from Victoria's Secret and decided to do something completely random - to send Eric a "surprise" via postal mail.
On a day that we were having cybersex, I decided to wear the black lacy thongs and come all over them (and usually, I come a lot). While typing out the nasty, naughty things I would do with him, I would shove my fingers into my already wet pussy and stroke my clit until it was burning hot, and I could feel my vagina muscles pulsate wildly. I then wrote to him one evening telling him that I had a "surprise" for him and to check his mailbox in a week. Of course, he kept on pressuring me to tell him this surprise, but all I could tell him, over the phone, was huskily say, "you'll see", smiling to myself that evil, sexy smile that I know he couldn't see but could probably feel through the phone waves.
A week later, Eric calls me to say that he got my surprise. He wasn't sure what it was until he went into his room, opened up the envelope, to discover it was my black lacy thongs that had cum all over them. Can we say shocked? "I had to jack off right away, that was fucking hot!!" he said. So you can say that he got the surprise of his life...I could imagine him sitting on his computer chair, smelling my black lacy thong, as he jerks his big cock in long, hard and fast strokes, as he get harder and hard, until he shoots out mily white cum all over his stomach...yummy...if only I was there in person to see it. Although, the thought of that memory already makes me horny.
And I believe, after we broke up, he probably still has that black lace underwear that I came on about 6 years ago, because I never got it back again...
Mind you, I was still a virgin, but we were messing around. We were playing around, touching each other, sucking cock and licking pussy, for hours and hours on end. I guess you could say that he was my first in everything, but he was definitely a great experience.
He had this pretty large cock, and for a virgin, even I thought it was pretty massive. He was about 7 1/2 inches, had a girth of a normal flashlight, and he was uncut. The most interesting thing for me at the time was the fact that he was a grower: when it wasn't hard, it would be hiding in its little shell, then when you woke it up, it would slowly grow, inch by inch, until you'd see its head protruding widely out to say "Stand hutt!" and greet me in attention until I gave it my next command.
Eric and I had only been together for about three months, and he had finally convinced me (or wore me down) to start messing around with him. Surprisingly, when I was still a virgin I was a prude when it came to doing the actual deed, but wow did I talk dirty...you could say that I could only talk the talk, but couldn't do the walk. The not so surprising thing that happened was that once I started sucking cock and messing around, a sexual awakening occured inside of me, and I couldn't stop. I liked messing around, and I liked sucking cock. Really sucking cock.
So we were both away from each other, and we chat on instant messenger every night, just talking about things. Half of the time, we would do cybersex, and did my imagination run wild. I would usually initiate it, type out what I would do to him, suck his cock so many different ways, dry hump him, you know it, until the only thing he could type back would be "I'm cumming" so misspelled that you knew that he couldn't concentrate to even respond properly.
One day, I had purchased some black lacy thongs from Victoria's Secret and decided to do something completely random - to send Eric a "surprise" via postal mail.
On a day that we were having cybersex, I decided to wear the black lacy thongs and come all over them (and usually, I come a lot). While typing out the nasty, naughty things I would do with him, I would shove my fingers into my already wet pussy and stroke my clit until it was burning hot, and I could feel my vagina muscles pulsate wildly. I then wrote to him one evening telling him that I had a "surprise" for him and to check his mailbox in a week. Of course, he kept on pressuring me to tell him this surprise, but all I could tell him, over the phone, was huskily say, "you'll see", smiling to myself that evil, sexy smile that I know he couldn't see but could probably feel through the phone waves.
A week later, Eric calls me to say that he got my surprise. He wasn't sure what it was until he went into his room, opened up the envelope, to discover it was my black lacy thongs that had cum all over them. Can we say shocked? "I had to jack off right away, that was fucking hot!!" he said. So you can say that he got the surprise of his life...I could imagine him sitting on his computer chair, smelling my black lacy thong, as he jerks his big cock in long, hard and fast strokes, as he get harder and hard, until he shoots out mily white cum all over his stomach...yummy...if only I was there in person to see it. Although, the thought of that memory already makes me horny.
And I believe, after we broke up, he probably still has that black lace underwear that I came on about 6 years ago, because I never got it back again...
Sexperience #2: The Blowjob Sessions Part II
MORE BLOWJOB SECRETS!! Here is part II of giving amazing head!
So it seems people didn't really believe me enough, which is why quite a number of you clicked on the first part of this series, and thanks!! Please feel free to comment/ask questions/think I'm full of shit/or thank me for the advice...LOL just kidding...thank you all for the support and the reads! Keep on coming!! (Yes, pun intended LOL)
Okay, it seems that you lived through BJ Session Part I. You tried them all, you think you know 'em, now you're stuck. Here are a few more tips on how to give a kick-ass-amazing BJ your man will BEG for you to stop torturing him and then come back for more...consider this blog as a way to correct womanhood, there is a way to deprogram the "I'm hot but I can't give head" syndrome that every woman out there has for some reason...
Okay, do you all remember about the perennium that I mentioned in the last post? That little spot of flesh underneath the balls that's near the buttcrack? Well, if you massage that spot right, you can get a guy to have his cock stand on attention like a soldier about to shoot his canon. LOL Don't press it too hard that he's going to be in pain, but push it firmly enough (as hard as you would squeeze his shaft, and eventually, his cock will be like a rocket about to shoot to the moon. This takes some practice, but you'll get it, just take some time to experiment where it is. Using your thumb is a good way of finding it, just probe around there, be gentle but firm all at the same time.
Another thing that girls don't realize is that the skin area crease where his thighs and pubic area meet - that is HIGHLY sensitive. He could be sitting down, standing up, or lying down, and if you're giving him a hand job while licking, nipping, and sucking that small skin crease, he will go nuts!! With the NYE 2009 guy, I actually did that move on him, and after a few minutes, he kept on saying, "Oh my god, I'm gonna come" three or four times...hehehehehe (I'm so evil...:-)) The inner thigh area and the under skin area under the knees is very sensitive too, so feel free to kiss, nip, (softly) bite, and lick those places too while you're playing with his cahoonas... If you're really brave, you may want to try to kiss/lick/nip/suck/bite his buttcheeks too, and possibly his anus (then again, I wouldn't really recommend that, and plus, he may not want you to touch him at his "exit only" hole, if he's straight).
Now, I'm actually going to bring in lube or oil into the picture for this particular move. Take a dab of lube or oil and massage it on your hands and his cock, then take his cock and hold it firmly (like you're giving a hand job) and then take the palm of your other hand, and then slowly move your palm on his head (as if you had a marble on a table and you were moving it in circles in the palm of your hand), and move it slowly, from left to right, towards him and away with you, adding slight pressure as you move your palm on his head. Make sure you have a pretty good grip on his shaft, because he'll start moving around a bit, guys have a hard time taking that in, they'll go a bit crazy with that move...heheheh
Here's a rather scary one for you all, who have not been able to do this, have seen this before, but are afraid you'd die from doing it: DEEP THROAT!! A lot of the blowjob pornos I've seen have girls not really going all the way down. Girls, I know this is a scary option, but guys are really impressed with you if you know how to DEEP THROAT. Now it is an optional thing, I don't think it does much to a guy except it really feels like his cock is in a fake vagina, so to speak. So here are a few tips on how to deep throat:
1. The thing that scares girls about deep throating is the fact that you will gag. (That is a fact of life, girls, deal with it) There are ways to control that and practice, without having to use a clean dildo or a real penis 10 times a day, such as: when you're brushing your teeth, use your toothbrush and slowly move it down your throat, as much as you can, before you gag. As you move your toothbrush down, keep your throat open (pretend you have a hard-boiled egg in your mouth, and it'll force the back of your mouth to widen). If you do this once a day, you'll notice in a few weeks or so that your gag reflex is getting under control.
2. When you're about to deep throat, remember to TAKE A DEEP BREATH before taking the plunge and shoving it down your throat. And if it you're first time, it's easier to do this by plunging it down your throat until you can't take anymore in there, then pulling back up once you can't hold your breath. Basically, when you deep throat, it cuts your breathing, so you can only stay down there for a few seconds before you realize you're not breathing. It hurts more when you slowly shove his cock down your throat, you lose more air that way, and it'll cause you to gag a lot faster.
3. If you can't take it in all at one time, and you start to gag, PULL OUT NOW!! Don't stay down there when you gag, you'll just hurt yourself (and him)...be careful!!
One more thing I may add is the subject is giving his cock a temperature sensation. What I mean by that is, having something in your mouth while giving him head, like an ice cube, peppermint candy, cough drops, or cinnamon candy. It'll give him a different sensation while you're giving him head. I've also tried alternating between hot and cold sensations, like switching from an ice cube to a hot drink, all within seconds. That is definitely not something for quickies, but it'll leave a lasting impression with him. :-)
Okay, there goes part II of the BJ Sessions. Please feel free to send me any comments or ask for clarification, I'm more than happy to help!! Thanks again for the read, and COME AGAIN!! :-D
So it seems people didn't really believe me enough, which is why quite a number of you clicked on the first part of this series, and thanks!! Please feel free to comment/ask questions/think I'm full of shit/or thank me for the advice...LOL just kidding...thank you all for the support and the reads! Keep on coming!! (Yes, pun intended LOL)
Okay, it seems that you lived through BJ Session Part I. You tried them all, you think you know 'em, now you're stuck. Here are a few more tips on how to give a kick-ass-amazing BJ your man will BEG for you to stop torturing him and then come back for more...consider this blog as a way to correct womanhood, there is a way to deprogram the "I'm hot but I can't give head" syndrome that every woman out there has for some reason...
Okay, do you all remember about the perennium that I mentioned in the last post? That little spot of flesh underneath the balls that's near the buttcrack? Well, if you massage that spot right, you can get a guy to have his cock stand on attention like a soldier about to shoot his canon. LOL Don't press it too hard that he's going to be in pain, but push it firmly enough (as hard as you would squeeze his shaft, and eventually, his cock will be like a rocket about to shoot to the moon. This takes some practice, but you'll get it, just take some time to experiment where it is. Using your thumb is a good way of finding it, just probe around there, be gentle but firm all at the same time.
Another thing that girls don't realize is that the skin area crease where his thighs and pubic area meet - that is HIGHLY sensitive. He could be sitting down, standing up, or lying down, and if you're giving him a hand job while licking, nipping, and sucking that small skin crease, he will go nuts!! With the NYE 2009 guy, I actually did that move on him, and after a few minutes, he kept on saying, "Oh my god, I'm gonna come" three or four times...hehehehehe (I'm so evil...:-)) The inner thigh area and the under skin area under the knees is very sensitive too, so feel free to kiss, nip, (softly) bite, and lick those places too while you're playing with his cahoonas... If you're really brave, you may want to try to kiss/lick/nip/suck/bite his buttcheeks too, and possibly his anus (then again, I wouldn't really recommend that, and plus, he may not want you to touch him at his "exit only" hole, if he's straight).
Now, I'm actually going to bring in lube or oil into the picture for this particular move. Take a dab of lube or oil and massage it on your hands and his cock, then take his cock and hold it firmly (like you're giving a hand job) and then take the palm of your other hand, and then slowly move your palm on his head (as if you had a marble on a table and you were moving it in circles in the palm of your hand), and move it slowly, from left to right, towards him and away with you, adding slight pressure as you move your palm on his head. Make sure you have a pretty good grip on his shaft, because he'll start moving around a bit, guys have a hard time taking that in, they'll go a bit crazy with that move...heheheh
Here's a rather scary one for you all, who have not been able to do this, have seen this before, but are afraid you'd die from doing it: DEEP THROAT!! A lot of the blowjob pornos I've seen have girls not really going all the way down. Girls, I know this is a scary option, but guys are really impressed with you if you know how to DEEP THROAT. Now it is an optional thing, I don't think it does much to a guy except it really feels like his cock is in a fake vagina, so to speak. So here are a few tips on how to deep throat:
1. The thing that scares girls about deep throating is the fact that you will gag. (That is a fact of life, girls, deal with it) There are ways to control that and practice, without having to use a clean dildo or a real penis 10 times a day, such as: when you're brushing your teeth, use your toothbrush and slowly move it down your throat, as much as you can, before you gag. As you move your toothbrush down, keep your throat open (pretend you have a hard-boiled egg in your mouth, and it'll force the back of your mouth to widen). If you do this once a day, you'll notice in a few weeks or so that your gag reflex is getting under control.
2. When you're about to deep throat, remember to TAKE A DEEP BREATH before taking the plunge and shoving it down your throat. And if it you're first time, it's easier to do this by plunging it down your throat until you can't take anymore in there, then pulling back up once you can't hold your breath. Basically, when you deep throat, it cuts your breathing, so you can only stay down there for a few seconds before you realize you're not breathing. It hurts more when you slowly shove his cock down your throat, you lose more air that way, and it'll cause you to gag a lot faster.
3. If you can't take it in all at one time, and you start to gag, PULL OUT NOW!! Don't stay down there when you gag, you'll just hurt yourself (and him)...be careful!!
One more thing I may add is the subject is giving his cock a temperature sensation. What I mean by that is, having something in your mouth while giving him head, like an ice cube, peppermint candy, cough drops, or cinnamon candy. It'll give him a different sensation while you're giving him head. I've also tried alternating between hot and cold sensations, like switching from an ice cube to a hot drink, all within seconds. That is definitely not something for quickies, but it'll leave a lasting impression with him. :-)
Okay, there goes part II of the BJ Sessions. Please feel free to send me any comments or ask for clarification, I'm more than happy to help!! Thanks again for the read, and COME AGAIN!! :-D
Sexperience #1: The Blowjob Sessions Part 1
THE SECRETS OF GIVING GOOD HEAD!! REALLY!! (if you don't believe me then read on...)
A gay close friend and I had a recent discussion on the difference between blowjobs done by women and blowjobs done by men. It seems, that after the countless hours of research done on XTube that we've done, we were both in agreement that blowjobs done by men were 100% better than the ones dones by women. I mean, seriously, when you watch the ones done by women, half of the time you feel like they don't know what the hell they're doing. They're rolling their eyes up into their sockets, looking "sexy", but when it comes down to technique, they're all shit: they hit the wrong spots, their grip is too loose, there's no variety, all they do is swirl their sorry pink little tongues up and down that thing like it's a tall McDonald's ice cream cone. They seem so sloppy yet...careless...at the same time. Like a guy is going to come after a few licks here and there, a few haphazard wanks here and there, look up at him with your fake sexy eyes, and you think you've won him over. WRONG!!! There have been so many times where I've yelled at the computer screen, watching a woman give a blowjob, and yell, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, YOU BIMBO!! YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG!!!" And then I throw my fists in the air, grunt because I'm pissed off, and furrow my eyebrows because I'm embarrassed at the fact that there's another useless woman living on this gynormous world that can't even give good head, even on camera.
Now, when it comes to guy-on-guy blowjobs...wow...can I say "bow down"?? Now you KNOW when you see a guy giving a blowjob, he knows EXACTLY what to do: he's hitting the right spots, moving around different areas of the shaft, the penis, the head, the balls, a few spots here and there around the surrounding areas of the penis, and he's doesn't even do the usual girl move of "let me show you I'm sexy by looking up at you with my eyes half closed like I'm dead" or some shit like that. He just does his thing, rarely looks up, he just does his job and gets the job DONE!!
Now that's something to commend about. Bravo to the gay guy that knows how to handle his equipment. So...you ladies...here is a lesson on HOW TO GIVE A PROPER BLOWJOB:
Okay, you girls may think I'm nuts, but I'm really serious about this. In order for a guy to want to come back to you again (and believe me, this has never failed on my part, a guy who loved what you did will call and call you again for booty, no matter what), you need to know how to handle his equipment, his family jewels, his Joni and Chachis, WHATEVER: just learn how to do it right, please??
Okay, here is a short anatomy of a guy's penis: first, on top, you have the head. The head, on the bottom side of the penis, is connected to a long vein that runs underneath the penis and sticks out when he's hard. And that vein is part of the shaft, that runs all the way down to his balls. Underneath his balls, is a small area of skin that's called the perennium, which is where his prostate is located underneath the skin (more on the perennium on another post). Then, you get to his anus, or his butthole, and the surrounding area are his butt cheeks. Got it?
Most girls focus on the top of the head and swirl around on top of it. That, of course, is basic. But, if you notice, the head of the penis looks a little like a mushroom and potrudes out like a cone hat, right? Well, if you want to get his attention, you should focus on that area under his head, which is a little ridge of skin that connects to the shaft and the head. You do a little digging in there with the pointy part of your tongue, and he'll be majorly surprised.
Another thing that you can do on the head is focusing on the hole on top of the penis, prodding your way in and out with the tip of your tongue moments at a time, I've heard that that is another good sensation for guys as well.
As you dig your tongue in that hidden area, you'll noticed that when you get to the T-section where the vein meets the head, there's a bit of a knob that sticks out at the T-sections. If you flick your tongue on that small knob, the boys will go crazy, I guarantee it.
Things you can do on the vein: Basically, after he gets hard enough where you'll see the vein, focus on the vein for a while, like flicking it from side to side, use long strokes going up and down with your tongue, or pressing it (not hard, but firm, you don't want to hurt him) in increments as you go up and down on his shaft. It's a great way to get him surprised with new sensations as you massage his balls with your hands.
Next, comes the balls. You may be surprised, but guys really like it when girls mess with their balls, if handled properly. Every guy is different, but think of holding guy's balls like they were like holding lightbulbs...you have to hold them firmly, but if you hold them too tight, they'll break. Massaging one with your fingers in the palm of your hand while you're lightly sucking on the other is a good thing to do...and when I mean suck on them, suck on the skin, surrounding the ball, but not the ball itself - that would just hurt them in general. Be gentle, but firm. The guy will tell you if it's too much or too little, he'll guide you (if he's smart enough).
Now, here's a trick I like doing with guys while giving blowjobs (I call it the "Nympho Special"): every guy has an ultra-sensitive spot on his vein, and if you've been with this guy for a while, you'll know where it is. It would be located somewhere along the center of his vein. Your head would be lying on his stomach, and you're sucking the life out of his head, really sucking hard (but not enough to hurt him). You would take your two first fingers and place it on that sensitive spot on his vein, and you would rub it vigorously. Trust me, he will go nuts...TRUST ME!! :-D Just tell him the Closet Nympho told you...*wink wink*
Always remember to do VARIATION. When you're doing one thing, don't keep on doing it for minutes at a time. Remember, you have a lot of skin to cover, in comparison to girls. Guys get bored if you just do one thing on them. They like action, they like variety. They want to be brought to the brink by someone who knows what they're doing. So when you're sucking on his head, rub his shaft at the same time, or give his balls a massage. Don't do it for every single move you make, but keep in mind that you should, half of the time, be doing two things at once.
Whew! I know, I covered a lot of material today. Don't worry, there's more to come in another post. Questions? Comments? Let me know, I'd be more than happy to clarify anything here! Happy blowing!!
A gay close friend and I had a recent discussion on the difference between blowjobs done by women and blowjobs done by men. It seems, that after the countless hours of research done on XTube that we've done, we were both in agreement that blowjobs done by men were 100% better than the ones dones by women. I mean, seriously, when you watch the ones done by women, half of the time you feel like they don't know what the hell they're doing. They're rolling their eyes up into their sockets, looking "sexy", but when it comes down to technique, they're all shit: they hit the wrong spots, their grip is too loose, there's no variety, all they do is swirl their sorry pink little tongues up and down that thing like it's a tall McDonald's ice cream cone. They seem so sloppy yet...careless...at the same time. Like a guy is going to come after a few licks here and there, a few haphazard wanks here and there, look up at him with your fake sexy eyes, and you think you've won him over. WRONG!!! There have been so many times where I've yelled at the computer screen, watching a woman give a blowjob, and yell, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, YOU BIMBO!! YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG!!!" And then I throw my fists in the air, grunt because I'm pissed off, and furrow my eyebrows because I'm embarrassed at the fact that there's another useless woman living on this gynormous world that can't even give good head, even on camera.
Now, when it comes to guy-on-guy blowjobs...wow...can I say "bow down"?? Now you KNOW when you see a guy giving a blowjob, he knows EXACTLY what to do: he's hitting the right spots, moving around different areas of the shaft, the penis, the head, the balls, a few spots here and there around the surrounding areas of the penis, and he's doesn't even do the usual girl move of "let me show you I'm sexy by looking up at you with my eyes half closed like I'm dead" or some shit like that. He just does his thing, rarely looks up, he just does his job and gets the job DONE!!
Now that's something to commend about. Bravo to the gay guy that knows how to handle his equipment. So...you ladies...here is a lesson on HOW TO GIVE A PROPER BLOWJOB:
Okay, you girls may think I'm nuts, but I'm really serious about this. In order for a guy to want to come back to you again (and believe me, this has never failed on my part, a guy who loved what you did will call and call you again for booty, no matter what), you need to know how to handle his equipment, his family jewels, his Joni and Chachis, WHATEVER: just learn how to do it right, please??
Okay, here is a short anatomy of a guy's penis: first, on top, you have the head. The head, on the bottom side of the penis, is connected to a long vein that runs underneath the penis and sticks out when he's hard. And that vein is part of the shaft, that runs all the way down to his balls. Underneath his balls, is a small area of skin that's called the perennium, which is where his prostate is located underneath the skin (more on the perennium on another post). Then, you get to his anus, or his butthole, and the surrounding area are his butt cheeks. Got it?
Most girls focus on the top of the head and swirl around on top of it. That, of course, is basic. But, if you notice, the head of the penis looks a little like a mushroom and potrudes out like a cone hat, right? Well, if you want to get his attention, you should focus on that area under his head, which is a little ridge of skin that connects to the shaft and the head. You do a little digging in there with the pointy part of your tongue, and he'll be majorly surprised.
Another thing that you can do on the head is focusing on the hole on top of the penis, prodding your way in and out with the tip of your tongue moments at a time, I've heard that that is another good sensation for guys as well.
As you dig your tongue in that hidden area, you'll noticed that when you get to the T-section where the vein meets the head, there's a bit of a knob that sticks out at the T-sections. If you flick your tongue on that small knob, the boys will go crazy, I guarantee it.
Things you can do on the vein: Basically, after he gets hard enough where you'll see the vein, focus on the vein for a while, like flicking it from side to side, use long strokes going up and down with your tongue, or pressing it (not hard, but firm, you don't want to hurt him) in increments as you go up and down on his shaft. It's a great way to get him surprised with new sensations as you massage his balls with your hands.
Next, comes the balls. You may be surprised, but guys really like it when girls mess with their balls, if handled properly. Every guy is different, but think of holding guy's balls like they were like holding lightbulbs...you have to hold them firmly, but if you hold them too tight, they'll break. Massaging one with your fingers in the palm of your hand while you're lightly sucking on the other is a good thing to do...and when I mean suck on them, suck on the skin, surrounding the ball, but not the ball itself - that would just hurt them in general. Be gentle, but firm. The guy will tell you if it's too much or too little, he'll guide you (if he's smart enough).
Now, here's a trick I like doing with guys while giving blowjobs (I call it the "Nympho Special"): every guy has an ultra-sensitive spot on his vein, and if you've been with this guy for a while, you'll know where it is. It would be located somewhere along the center of his vein. Your head would be lying on his stomach, and you're sucking the life out of his head, really sucking hard (but not enough to hurt him). You would take your two first fingers and place it on that sensitive spot on his vein, and you would rub it vigorously. Trust me, he will go nuts...TRUST ME!! :-D Just tell him the Closet Nympho told you...*wink wink*
Always remember to do VARIATION. When you're doing one thing, don't keep on doing it for minutes at a time. Remember, you have a lot of skin to cover, in comparison to girls. Guys get bored if you just do one thing on them. They like action, they like variety. They want to be brought to the brink by someone who knows what they're doing. So when you're sucking on his head, rub his shaft at the same time, or give his balls a massage. Don't do it for every single move you make, but keep in mind that you should, half of the time, be doing two things at once.
Whew! I know, I covered a lot of material today. Don't worry, there's more to come in another post. Questions? Comments? Let me know, I'd be more than happy to clarify anything here! Happy blowing!!
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