I’ve received some feedback from readers appalled at my behavior. From their standpoint, no “self-respecting” men would want to go for me after what I wish to do. Honestly, those comments infuriated me, and I figured it was high time for me to have my say about that situation, so people just shut the fuck up and mind their own business.
After receiving those comments, I pondered about that statement: what is a “self-respecting” human being? Is it being in a monogamous relationship, only having vanilla sex in the confines of a bedroom? Or is it a man having a chaste woman who knows very little about sex, so he can teach her how to pleasure specifically for his needs? Or is a self-respecting person really a person who accepts who he/she really is, and will do whatever he/she needs to do for his/her own personal satisfaction, just as long as he/she doesn’t hurt anyone?
Society has trained us from the day we were born till the day we die about how we should conduct ourselves. I understand the logic and agree with it to some degree, but how is it right to tell people how they should live their lives if it’s not hurting people? I loathe people that cheat on their partners, or marry the opposite sex even though they know they’re homosexuals, or marry then beat up their partners. That is blatantly wrong. But is it right for you to tell me what to do and judge me just because I want to fuck people in the way that I want to be fucked? Do you still have self-respect for yourself because you want to have a three-some or want to get fucked in a car?
I think it is. I feel that by doing those things, I’m respecting myself by being truthful to my personal needs. I don’t see anything wrong with what I’m doing, and people who are so narrow-minded by my insatiable need to be sexually desired in multiple settings can go fuck themselves, take a look inside of themselves and figure out the truth.
I can’t stand the contradictions of this society’s sexual double standard. How is okay for a “self-respecting” man to go off into the world, become conquerors for pussy, and women can’t? Why is it when a woman does the same thing, she doesn’t look like a “respectable” woman?
There is NOTHING wrong for women who achieve and search for their sexual desires. I think there should be more women out there that should, and I don’t care if a man feels intimidated by these women. They should be lucky that they have women like that, who aren’t afraid to try something new, to have someone that is willing to guide them into the sexual unknown. It’s infuriating to deal with men who wish to only have women to be chaste on the outside, but a sex freak in between the sheets.
What century do these people live in? We are not living in the time before Women’s Lib, where women were vassals of men’s pleasure, following and appeasing every whim and pleasure just for a man. Men need to fully accept and sink the idea into their heads that women are sexual individuals too, and that men are not the only ones that can go on conquests for lustful-only sex, just so they can get another notch on their belts.
As an independent woman living in the 21st century, I am exercising my right to fuck whoever I wish to fuck, in the way I choose. As a woman, I am respecting myself in the terms of my own sexuality. I am being truthful to myself, in my own wants and needs when it comes to sex. And I encourage and applaud other women out there to do the same, even if it is choosing not do what I plan to do when it comes to sex.
For anyone who thinks that no self-respecting man would ever want me, go ahead and look at yourselves for once, and clear up those “forbidden” desires that everyone in this world has. If you find my behavior appalling, then don’t read my blog. It’ll leave one less narrow-minded person judging me for my behavior, and the less of your kind there are, the better. I have better things to in my life than having to explain my behavior to gain your favor, but I’ll rant this once just for you to look inside yourselves, stop repressing your sex lives, and live life to the fullest. We all have one life to life. Stop judging and HAVE SEX!!
Comments? Let’s start a discussion. What do you all think?
Monday, February 23, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Sexcapades To Do (and Don't) List
There are a few things on my sex list that I am still wanting to try to do, dreamed about doing, masturbated about them, et cetera. There are other things that I know that LIKE HELL I would never, ever do.
These are things on my Sexcapades To Do List:
- THREESOME!! I would prefer an MMF, but I wouldn’t cross off an FFM, either. I could say, that, just once, I have slept with a woman, in the context of a threesome.
- Be chained on a wall, both ankles and wrists, being tortured with a vibrator (I had seen a porno like that, and it was super hot), candle wax, and of course, a whip/paddle
- Role-play gang-rape (not a real one, of course) with myself and a bunch of guys
- Sex in a bathroom stall!! So many people have done it, it’s in movies (the hottest bathroom sex scene I’d ever seen was in the film “Unfaithful” with Dianne Lane and Olivier Martinez
- An orgy…not just being in a room with other couple having sex, but me being fucked by one guy, me sucking another, and giving a handjob to another, while that guy eats another girl’s pussy…and the list goes on
- Having sex on a sex swing or being suspended in the air
- Being fucked while holding on to a pull-up bar (similar to above)
- Having sex on a hood of a car (or inside a car)
- Having sex while sitting on top of a running washing machine or clothes dryer
- Me playing mistress, wearing a rubber suit, while torturing a fully-naked man, acting as my slave
- Sex on an airplane (ala Mile High Club)
- Sex in a bathtub, hot tub, or swimming pool
- Having sex (the whole shebang) at a sex club with a crowd of people watching
- Sex in the great outdoors (especially on the beach)
- Any position that I haven’t tried yet
- Japanese bondage (the right way)
- Having some kind of food licked off from me (ice cream, chocolate syrup, honey, whipped cream, etc)
And I intend to do most of these things before I settle down and get married.
Here are things that I will NEVER do (besides the obvious actual rapes, children and animals):
- Anything that involves cutting and blood (gross)
- Being shat upon (number 2)…(double gross)
- Anything that involves me shoving a tube down a guy’s cock (triple gross)
I may add to both of these lists, but those are the major ones right now, I may add to them as I continue on with my sexual journey…
These are things on my Sexcapades To Do List:
- THREESOME!! I would prefer an MMF, but I wouldn’t cross off an FFM, either. I could say, that, just once, I have slept with a woman, in the context of a threesome.
- Be chained on a wall, both ankles and wrists, being tortured with a vibrator (I had seen a porno like that, and it was super hot), candle wax, and of course, a whip/paddle
- Role-play gang-rape (not a real one, of course) with myself and a bunch of guys
- Sex in a bathroom stall!! So many people have done it, it’s in movies (the hottest bathroom sex scene I’d ever seen was in the film “Unfaithful” with Dianne Lane and Olivier Martinez
- An orgy…not just being in a room with other couple having sex, but me being fucked by one guy, me sucking another, and giving a handjob to another, while that guy eats another girl’s pussy…and the list goes on
- Having sex on a sex swing or being suspended in the air
- Being fucked while holding on to a pull-up bar (similar to above)
- Having sex on a hood of a car (or inside a car)
- Having sex while sitting on top of a running washing machine or clothes dryer
- Me playing mistress, wearing a rubber suit, while torturing a fully-naked man, acting as my slave
- Sex on an airplane (ala Mile High Club)
- Sex in a bathtub, hot tub, or swimming pool
- Having sex (the whole shebang) at a sex club with a crowd of people watching
- Sex in the great outdoors (especially on the beach)
- Any position that I haven’t tried yet
- Japanese bondage (the right way)
- Having some kind of food licked off from me (ice cream, chocolate syrup, honey, whipped cream, etc)
And I intend to do most of these things before I settle down and get married.
Here are things that I will NEVER do (besides the obvious actual rapes, children and animals):
- Anything that involves cutting and blood (gross)
- Being shat upon (number 2)…(double gross)
- Anything that involves me shoving a tube down a guy’s cock (triple gross)
I may add to both of these lists, but those are the major ones right now, I may add to them as I continue on with my sexual journey…
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Sexcapade Files #14: The Anniversary - Part III
He took me in his arms, and kissed me on the lips. I wrapped my arms around him, and he kissed me hungrily, our tongue touching and wrestling, as our lips moved in synchronization, moving our heads from one side to the other. As he kissed my neck, I felt his hand rolling my nipple around between his fingers, and I moaned louder and louder, as his hand began to squeeze my breast. His lips found my nipple, and as one hand squeezed one breast, he began to suck and flick the top of my nipple with his tongue, and I felt myself moan again. It felt sooooo good to have him suck my nipple, biting it gently, teasing it with his teeth, and then biting the surface of my breast a few times before sucking my nipple again. His lips found the other nipple, and he sucked and licked it again that I heard myself whimper and moan, louder as he teased my nipples into hard and erect nubs.
His lips went further south, and as he kissed my stomach and found the erogenous zones around my waist, he dipped two of his fingers into my wet and sticky pussy and wiggled them around, trying to find my g-spot. My back arched, moaning even louder, and my body began to shake from the orgasm that was building from inside of me. His thumb found my clit, and as he teased my inner thighs with his tongue, my pussy was getting wetter and stickier, feeling his fingers rotate inside of me, and his thumb rubbing back and forth on my pulsating clit.
His mouth found its way towards the arch of my feet, and up to the big toe. One by one, my toes were being sucked by his mouth, the crevices of my toes were licked by the tip of his tongue, and I felt my body shake and writhe around the bed, unable to contain myself with another mounting climax. His mouth explored my feet, one foot then the other, as his other hand continued to work my pussy, adding more and more fingers, until four of his fingers were in my pussy, teasing my g-spot, and I couldn’t help but scream as my pussy pulsed from the climax.
After the pulsing had gone away, he took his cock, and rubbed it from the outside, feeling the stickiness, then rubbing his head on my clit, and he lubricated himself with my wetness. Seconds later, I felt him inside of me, and as I felt his chest rub against my breasts, my legs fastened against his thighs, he thrusted into me as I felt another climax build its way up, faster and tigher, until I screamed at the top of my lungs, cumming so much that he pulled out, and shot his milky white cum all over my stomach and breasts.
He collapsed besides me, both of us panting and out of breath. After wiping cum off my stomach, we lay still for a while, looking into each other’s eyes, smiling after our second time that evening.
After a while, I leaned toward him, kissed him softly on the lips, and said, “I have one more surprise for you.”
“Really? What’s that?” he asked.
“Look under the bed, and tell me what you see.” I slyly said to him.
He rose, crouched to look underneath the bed, and found two bandanas tied against the feet of my bed.
“What are the bandanas for?” he asked.
“Well, do you want to tie me up and figure it out?” I purred.
He smiled, pulled me down, and laid me down of the floor. After tying my wrists with the bandanas, he whispered, “What do you want me to do with you?”
“You can do anything you want, you’re in control,” I said.
He kneeled between my legs and smartly spanked me on the thigh a few times. Then, holding on to my wrists, pinning me down, he began to suck my breasts again, biting harder this time. I screamed in pain, enjoying the sharp shooting feeling, as his teeth bit hard, leaving teeth marks on my breasts, my arms, my neck, moving south as he spanked my legs again, enjoying the feeling of this light slap fest.
“You’ve been such a bad girl tonight, you deserve to be punished,” he said.
“Please, don’t hurt me, I’m not a bad girl!” I feigned innocence.
He continued to slap my legs and breasts again. “How should I punish you?” he asked.
“Do whatever you feel you think you need to do to punish me,” I said.
He stood over me with his hard cock hanging in front of my face. I understood, and sucked his cock as he lightly thrusted into my mouth, sucking it hard as I tasted salty pre-cum oozing from the head, then he pulled out, hitting my face with his cock, and flicking his shaft with my tongue as his cock hit my cheeks and nose.
He moved back in between my thighs and shoved his already hard cock into my dripping pussy. As his arms pinned me down, he thrusted hard and roughly, biting my neck as he drove himself into me, harder and harder, feeling his rhythm, feeling his dick taking control of me, as I convulsed with orgasm, screaming louder and louder, until he pulled out again and soaked my face with his milky white cum, some into my mouth, and slid his cock into my mouth for me to suck the last remaining bits of cum from his cock. He collapsed on top of me, and after a few minutes, untied me from my binds and climbed back into bed together.
We were completely exhausted. We had made love three times that night, in 5 hours, and it was already past 3 am. It was like a marathon of sex, all different kinds of sex, and the sex was completely wonderful. I had never climaxed like that in my whole life. Our love for each other made the sex completely and utterly wonderful.
We both fell asleep in each other’s arms, the after sex glow still on our faces. It was a dream come true, enjoying such a romantic anniversary together, and definitely an anniversary that I will never forget.
His lips went further south, and as he kissed my stomach and found the erogenous zones around my waist, he dipped two of his fingers into my wet and sticky pussy and wiggled them around, trying to find my g-spot. My back arched, moaning even louder, and my body began to shake from the orgasm that was building from inside of me. His thumb found my clit, and as he teased my inner thighs with his tongue, my pussy was getting wetter and stickier, feeling his fingers rotate inside of me, and his thumb rubbing back and forth on my pulsating clit.
His mouth found its way towards the arch of my feet, and up to the big toe. One by one, my toes were being sucked by his mouth, the crevices of my toes were licked by the tip of his tongue, and I felt my body shake and writhe around the bed, unable to contain myself with another mounting climax. His mouth explored my feet, one foot then the other, as his other hand continued to work my pussy, adding more and more fingers, until four of his fingers were in my pussy, teasing my g-spot, and I couldn’t help but scream as my pussy pulsed from the climax.
After the pulsing had gone away, he took his cock, and rubbed it from the outside, feeling the stickiness, then rubbing his head on my clit, and he lubricated himself with my wetness. Seconds later, I felt him inside of me, and as I felt his chest rub against my breasts, my legs fastened against his thighs, he thrusted into me as I felt another climax build its way up, faster and tigher, until I screamed at the top of my lungs, cumming so much that he pulled out, and shot his milky white cum all over my stomach and breasts.
He collapsed besides me, both of us panting and out of breath. After wiping cum off my stomach, we lay still for a while, looking into each other’s eyes, smiling after our second time that evening.
After a while, I leaned toward him, kissed him softly on the lips, and said, “I have one more surprise for you.”
“Really? What’s that?” he asked.
“Look under the bed, and tell me what you see.” I slyly said to him.
He rose, crouched to look underneath the bed, and found two bandanas tied against the feet of my bed.
“What are the bandanas for?” he asked.
“Well, do you want to tie me up and figure it out?” I purred.
He smiled, pulled me down, and laid me down of the floor. After tying my wrists with the bandanas, he whispered, “What do you want me to do with you?”
“You can do anything you want, you’re in control,” I said.
He kneeled between my legs and smartly spanked me on the thigh a few times. Then, holding on to my wrists, pinning me down, he began to suck my breasts again, biting harder this time. I screamed in pain, enjoying the sharp shooting feeling, as his teeth bit hard, leaving teeth marks on my breasts, my arms, my neck, moving south as he spanked my legs again, enjoying the feeling of this light slap fest.
“You’ve been such a bad girl tonight, you deserve to be punished,” he said.
“Please, don’t hurt me, I’m not a bad girl!” I feigned innocence.
He continued to slap my legs and breasts again. “How should I punish you?” he asked.
“Do whatever you feel you think you need to do to punish me,” I said.
He stood over me with his hard cock hanging in front of my face. I understood, and sucked his cock as he lightly thrusted into my mouth, sucking it hard as I tasted salty pre-cum oozing from the head, then he pulled out, hitting my face with his cock, and flicking his shaft with my tongue as his cock hit my cheeks and nose.
He moved back in between my thighs and shoved his already hard cock into my dripping pussy. As his arms pinned me down, he thrusted hard and roughly, biting my neck as he drove himself into me, harder and harder, feeling his rhythm, feeling his dick taking control of me, as I convulsed with orgasm, screaming louder and louder, until he pulled out again and soaked my face with his milky white cum, some into my mouth, and slid his cock into my mouth for me to suck the last remaining bits of cum from his cock. He collapsed on top of me, and after a few minutes, untied me from my binds and climbed back into bed together.
We were completely exhausted. We had made love three times that night, in 5 hours, and it was already past 3 am. It was like a marathon of sex, all different kinds of sex, and the sex was completely wonderful. I had never climaxed like that in my whole life. Our love for each other made the sex completely and utterly wonderful.
We both fell asleep in each other’s arms, the after sex glow still on our faces. It was a dream come true, enjoying such a romantic anniversary together, and definitely an anniversary that I will never forget.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Sexcapade Files #13: The Anniversary – Part II
Sitting in that warm bathtub water, our naked bodies wrapped around each other, made me feel as if we were the only people in the world so in love that night. My head was snuggled underneath his chin, and his arms wrapped around my chest, made me feel so comfortable and so protected. At that moment, I felt that time had stopped and didn’t wish for it to end. The echoing silence of pure and true love surrounded us like a thin veil – it was intoxicating, as if the mist carried our love, touching the flickers of the candles and radiated the room with a warm, bright light. We were completely and utterly in love.
We began to daydream about our future together – our dream house, kids, a career – all entangled with a passion of young love. His goatee brushed against my cheek as he kissed me gently, and his hands and fingers found their way in mine. I felt completely trusting of him, and loved him so much more, during that one moment in time.
Soon, one of his hands found its way to encircle my nipple. With the rough tips of his fingers, he began to softly rub the tip in gentle strokes, then massaging it between his thumb and his forefinger. I moaned softly while his other hand began to cover my other breast to squeeze and massage it gently. With that encouragement, I began to moan louder and louder. Soon, his hand had released my breast, and ventured south, right between my legs, and I felt his hands rub my already pulsing clit, still raw from his mouth and goatee, was now feeling even more raw as his submerged hand rubbed me, making me feel even hornier.
“Why don’t we go for round two?” He whispered in my ear.
He didn’t have to ask me twice. We sloppily got out of the tub, rubbed ourselves dry with a towel, and we ran toward the bed again once more. He lay on the bed, and as he tried to pull me toward him, I resisted, slightly.
“Wait, I have another surprise for you,” I purred.
“Another one?!” he exclaimed.
I went into the kitchen and took out a few things from my fridge, and brought them to him. In my arms were a bottle of chocolate syrup, whipped cream, a glass with ice cubes, Altoid mints, and wrapped chocolate.
“Here, I bought these for you,” I said, as I handed him his favorite chocolate.
“Wow, thanks. You really are full of surprises tonight,” he said. He popped a chocolate in his mouth.
“Well, it’s not over yet. Lay back, because I wanted to try some things with you,” I said.
I took the cold chocolate syrup and squeezed a bit on his cock. He slightly flinched at the coldness, but in a second, my tongue was swirling the sticky chocolate with my tongue, covering his half-erect penis with traces of chocolate.
“Oops, I see you’ve become such a mess, let me clean it up for you,” I purred.
My tongue began to flip and swirl around his head and shaft, licking off the stickiness of the chocolate from his cock, lapping up the saltiness of his cock and the sweetness of the chocolate in long strokes, as I massaged his dick in my hands. My mouth then covered his cock and my head bobbed slowly, sucking his dick to take the stickiness away.
“Oh, we can’t have a cock sundae without whipped cream,” I said. I took the whipped cream canister from the table, and a shot of air blew on his penis. He flinched and sighed.
“Wow, that felt a bit intense, feeling a shot of an air blast shoot on my dick like that,” he sighed. A blotch of cream was on his shaft, as I covered bits of his stomach with cream. I leaned over and began to lap up the cream with my tongue and mouth in long strokes, tracing circles on his stomach.
“You are such a mess! Here, let me clean it up for you a little more,” I whispered, as I reached for the glass that held ice cubes, grabbed a piece of ice in my hand, and began to smear the melting ice on his cock. He flinched even more.
As I smeared the ice cube on his dick, my mouth followed the traces of the ice cube with my mouth, making sure to not leave the ice cube on the same place for more than a split second, giving his cock a hot-and-cold feeling as his cock was given an ice and mouth bath. When the ice cube melted, I warmed up his cock again with my mouth, sucking it with my mouth and nipping his cock with my lips until his cock felt warm again. Then, I decided to go one more step further: the mints.
“We can’t have a cock sundae without an after-dinner mint, now can’t we?” I said. I placed a few Altoid mints in my mouth, then went down on him again, sucking him and moving the mints around the surface of his cock.
“My cock has a minty-fresh feeling,” he said. Once the mints were gone, I sucked him again, and then ventured up his stomach, caressing his neck and licking his ear, while my hand jerked his cock in hard movements.
“With all the experimentation you’re doing this evening, you’re making me even hornier. I want to make love to you now,” he whispered, his hands again massaging my breasts.
“I’m all yours tonight,” I purred. He took me in his arms and laid me on the bed, as I wondered what he was going to do next…
We began to daydream about our future together – our dream house, kids, a career – all entangled with a passion of young love. His goatee brushed against my cheek as he kissed me gently, and his hands and fingers found their way in mine. I felt completely trusting of him, and loved him so much more, during that one moment in time.
Soon, one of his hands found its way to encircle my nipple. With the rough tips of his fingers, he began to softly rub the tip in gentle strokes, then massaging it between his thumb and his forefinger. I moaned softly while his other hand began to cover my other breast to squeeze and massage it gently. With that encouragement, I began to moan louder and louder. Soon, his hand had released my breast, and ventured south, right between my legs, and I felt his hands rub my already pulsing clit, still raw from his mouth and goatee, was now feeling even more raw as his submerged hand rubbed me, making me feel even hornier.
“Why don’t we go for round two?” He whispered in my ear.
He didn’t have to ask me twice. We sloppily got out of the tub, rubbed ourselves dry with a towel, and we ran toward the bed again once more. He lay on the bed, and as he tried to pull me toward him, I resisted, slightly.
“Wait, I have another surprise for you,” I purred.
“Another one?!” he exclaimed.
I went into the kitchen and took out a few things from my fridge, and brought them to him. In my arms were a bottle of chocolate syrup, whipped cream, a glass with ice cubes, Altoid mints, and wrapped chocolate.
“Here, I bought these for you,” I said, as I handed him his favorite chocolate.
“Wow, thanks. You really are full of surprises tonight,” he said. He popped a chocolate in his mouth.
“Well, it’s not over yet. Lay back, because I wanted to try some things with you,” I said.
I took the cold chocolate syrup and squeezed a bit on his cock. He slightly flinched at the coldness, but in a second, my tongue was swirling the sticky chocolate with my tongue, covering his half-erect penis with traces of chocolate.
“Oops, I see you’ve become such a mess, let me clean it up for you,” I purred.
My tongue began to flip and swirl around his head and shaft, licking off the stickiness of the chocolate from his cock, lapping up the saltiness of his cock and the sweetness of the chocolate in long strokes, as I massaged his dick in my hands. My mouth then covered his cock and my head bobbed slowly, sucking his dick to take the stickiness away.
“Oh, we can’t have a cock sundae without whipped cream,” I said. I took the whipped cream canister from the table, and a shot of air blew on his penis. He flinched and sighed.
“Wow, that felt a bit intense, feeling a shot of an air blast shoot on my dick like that,” he sighed. A blotch of cream was on his shaft, as I covered bits of his stomach with cream. I leaned over and began to lap up the cream with my tongue and mouth in long strokes, tracing circles on his stomach.
“You are such a mess! Here, let me clean it up for you a little more,” I whispered, as I reached for the glass that held ice cubes, grabbed a piece of ice in my hand, and began to smear the melting ice on his cock. He flinched even more.
As I smeared the ice cube on his dick, my mouth followed the traces of the ice cube with my mouth, making sure to not leave the ice cube on the same place for more than a split second, giving his cock a hot-and-cold feeling as his cock was given an ice and mouth bath. When the ice cube melted, I warmed up his cock again with my mouth, sucking it with my mouth and nipping his cock with my lips until his cock felt warm again. Then, I decided to go one more step further: the mints.
“We can’t have a cock sundae without an after-dinner mint, now can’t we?” I said. I placed a few Altoid mints in my mouth, then went down on him again, sucking him and moving the mints around the surface of his cock.
“My cock has a minty-fresh feeling,” he said. Once the mints were gone, I sucked him again, and then ventured up his stomach, caressing his neck and licking his ear, while my hand jerked his cock in hard movements.
“With all the experimentation you’re doing this evening, you’re making me even hornier. I want to make love to you now,” he whispered, his hands again massaging my breasts.
“I’m all yours tonight,” I purred. He took me in his arms and laid me on the bed, as I wondered what he was going to do next…
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Rome & Juliet: A Celebration of Lesbian Love
As I spent this Valentine’s Day by myself, I decided to spend this romantic day watching something romantic, but with an unconventional twist – a movie about romantic lesbian love.
As I’ve stated before, I’m not a lesbian. I may be more open and accepting with things that are out of convention’s reach, and since I was raised in a city that was open and accepting of alternate ways of living, I consider myself a major fag hag. Many of my friends are gay, and I applaud them for living life the way they want to, to love whatever gender they prefer, just as much as they accept the way I live my life. I can relate to them, knowing how hard it is to live such a different way of life, but we seem to understand each other, like kindred souls.
I saw this movie for the first time last week. I was a bit skeptical on whether or not I would love this movie, because I had seen lesbian-themed movies and shows before, and I wasn’t completely turned on by the idea. They didn’t really tug at my heart for some reason, and they way they were presented made it seem too soap opera-ish, too cheesy, and too unrealistic by presenting it in a bombastically unsubtle way.
But this movie, “Rome and Juliet”, really floored me. It’s not because of the storyline – it’s a story that’s been done quite a few times (like “Imagine Me & You”), but the script and the acting was so well-done, I couldn’t help but hold my breath and gush over the beauty of the movie. It was so beautiful that I became teary-eyed a few times, holding my chest as I felt that warm and fuzzy feeling watching the two actresses fall in love, go through struggles, as if it were true love itself. In fact, I sent it to my gay friend, and even he LOVES this movie…and the fact that he loves this movie when he should be allergic and breaking into hives by watching two women getting it on and falling in love is a big surprise to me.
“Rome and Juliet” is a lesbian-themed indie romantic movie from the Philippines, but if you’re a gay advocate, like myself, or if you’re gay yourself, you HAVE to see this movie. I completely vouch for it, you can’t help but fall in love with this movie, I promise you that.
As I said, the storyline is not new: Juliet, a conservative pre-school teacher, is about to be married to a young government official named Marc, but she is having small doubts of whether Marc is THE ONE. She loves Marc, but has trouble trying to fit in with his world, since his antagonizing mother seems to look down on Juliet. She then meets Rome, a single and lustful straight woman, who hires Rome to become her wedding planner. The two women become the best of friends instantly, noticing that they have some kind of connection.
As Rome & Juliet build a deeper connection with each other, problems start to arise between Marc & Juliet – their individual principles begin to clash as Rome and Juliet become more and more involved with each other, the chemistry building from their subtle glances at each other when the other isn’t looking, an accidental kiss during an argument, and subtle jealousies build. Then, during a night when Juliet seeks the solace of Rome’s comfort after a family squabble, the inevitable occurs – Rome and Juliet consummate their love with a passionate kiss and wake up naked in each other’s arms.
From then on, they realize they’re both in love with each other, but it’s a moral and social dilemma – they know that it’s unfair to Marc that they’re in love with each other and keeping their love a secret. The other issue would be that society wouldn’t accept their love, they may be scorned by society.
(Side note: in the Philippines, homosexual love is not accepted very well. If they find out you’re gay, you could lose your job, be disowned – you name it.)
They separate for a while, and both women are in emotional turmoil. Juliet is struggling as to whether she should still marry Marc, even if it may be the right thing to do in the eyes of society and turn away her true love for Rome. Rome is in turmoil because she’s in love with someone who’s about to be married, and the fact that she’s in love with a WOMAN.
One day, Rome “comes out of the closet” during a poetry reading performance at a bar she and Juliet frequented, in front her sister. Juliet was with some friends when Rome confesses her love for her, and they end up at the end of the night, showering together at Rome’s apartment. Marc, who hadn’t seen or heard from Juliet in days, suspects that she was at Rome’s place, walks inside and discovers the women together in the shower.
From then on, emotional turmoil breaks loose, hearts and egos are bruised, people are disowned, rumors spread…until a traumatic event occurs that brings Rome and Juliet to a satisfying conclusion.
Like I said, the story is a bit commonplace, but the way the film was presented made my heart gush. Throughout the film, poetry is interlaced with the script, as Juliet is a poetry hobbyist, and the flowery language flows like water through the script. The cinematography is a mixture of light and dark scenes, the colors showing vibrantly through, emitting an aura of romantic love and a neo-modern-Shakespearean glow, kind of a very subtle version of the cinematography of Baz Luhrman’s “Romeo & Juliet”. And most of all, the chemistry between the two actresses – Mylene Dizon and Andrea Del Rosario – seemed so real and true to life that you couldn’t help but cheer them on. Plus, the soundtrack of the film really brought another edge to the film – the majority of the music being a slick, urbanized version of Southwestern style of modern blues, along with a few snippets of Pinoy rap to glue the film together.
After watching that movie, it struck me that I wasn’t aghast by the concept of lesbian love. Even though I’m a very open person, I would have to be honest, sometimes I felt lesbians were aggressive, even more aggressive than straight men, when it came to dating. But honestly, if you’re truly in love with someone, it doesn’t matter who you’re with, just as long as it’s a mutual love that is true and pure. It was an honest representation of true love that symbolized a bond that you completely can’t deny.
So for all of you hopeless gay romantics out there, I suggest you all grab a copy and watch this movie. Once you watch it, I guarantee that this’ll be part of your favorites. If anyone is intrigued enough and wants to see it, I would be more than happy to lend a copy, just e-mail me at sex.confessions69@gmail.com. By the way, THIS MOVIE HAS ENGLISH SUBTITLES!!
Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!!
As I’ve stated before, I’m not a lesbian. I may be more open and accepting with things that are out of convention’s reach, and since I was raised in a city that was open and accepting of alternate ways of living, I consider myself a major fag hag. Many of my friends are gay, and I applaud them for living life the way they want to, to love whatever gender they prefer, just as much as they accept the way I live my life. I can relate to them, knowing how hard it is to live such a different way of life, but we seem to understand each other, like kindred souls.
I saw this movie for the first time last week. I was a bit skeptical on whether or not I would love this movie, because I had seen lesbian-themed movies and shows before, and I wasn’t completely turned on by the idea. They didn’t really tug at my heart for some reason, and they way they were presented made it seem too soap opera-ish, too cheesy, and too unrealistic by presenting it in a bombastically unsubtle way.
But this movie, “Rome and Juliet”, really floored me. It’s not because of the storyline – it’s a story that’s been done quite a few times (like “Imagine Me & You”), but the script and the acting was so well-done, I couldn’t help but hold my breath and gush over the beauty of the movie. It was so beautiful that I became teary-eyed a few times, holding my chest as I felt that warm and fuzzy feeling watching the two actresses fall in love, go through struggles, as if it were true love itself. In fact, I sent it to my gay friend, and even he LOVES this movie…and the fact that he loves this movie when he should be allergic and breaking into hives by watching two women getting it on and falling in love is a big surprise to me.
“Rome and Juliet” is a lesbian-themed indie romantic movie from the Philippines, but if you’re a gay advocate, like myself, or if you’re gay yourself, you HAVE to see this movie. I completely vouch for it, you can’t help but fall in love with this movie, I promise you that.
As I said, the storyline is not new: Juliet, a conservative pre-school teacher, is about to be married to a young government official named Marc, but she is having small doubts of whether Marc is THE ONE. She loves Marc, but has trouble trying to fit in with his world, since his antagonizing mother seems to look down on Juliet. She then meets Rome, a single and lustful straight woman, who hires Rome to become her wedding planner. The two women become the best of friends instantly, noticing that they have some kind of connection.
As Rome & Juliet build a deeper connection with each other, problems start to arise between Marc & Juliet – their individual principles begin to clash as Rome and Juliet become more and more involved with each other, the chemistry building from their subtle glances at each other when the other isn’t looking, an accidental kiss during an argument, and subtle jealousies build. Then, during a night when Juliet seeks the solace of Rome’s comfort after a family squabble, the inevitable occurs – Rome and Juliet consummate their love with a passionate kiss and wake up naked in each other’s arms.
From then on, they realize they’re both in love with each other, but it’s a moral and social dilemma – they know that it’s unfair to Marc that they’re in love with each other and keeping their love a secret. The other issue would be that society wouldn’t accept their love, they may be scorned by society.
(Side note: in the Philippines, homosexual love is not accepted very well. If they find out you’re gay, you could lose your job, be disowned – you name it.)
They separate for a while, and both women are in emotional turmoil. Juliet is struggling as to whether she should still marry Marc, even if it may be the right thing to do in the eyes of society and turn away her true love for Rome. Rome is in turmoil because she’s in love with someone who’s about to be married, and the fact that she’s in love with a WOMAN.
One day, Rome “comes out of the closet” during a poetry reading performance at a bar she and Juliet frequented, in front her sister. Juliet was with some friends when Rome confesses her love for her, and they end up at the end of the night, showering together at Rome’s apartment. Marc, who hadn’t seen or heard from Juliet in days, suspects that she was at Rome’s place, walks inside and discovers the women together in the shower.
From then on, emotional turmoil breaks loose, hearts and egos are bruised, people are disowned, rumors spread…until a traumatic event occurs that brings Rome and Juliet to a satisfying conclusion.
Like I said, the story is a bit commonplace, but the way the film was presented made my heart gush. Throughout the film, poetry is interlaced with the script, as Juliet is a poetry hobbyist, and the flowery language flows like water through the script. The cinematography is a mixture of light and dark scenes, the colors showing vibrantly through, emitting an aura of romantic love and a neo-modern-Shakespearean glow, kind of a very subtle version of the cinematography of Baz Luhrman’s “Romeo & Juliet”. And most of all, the chemistry between the two actresses – Mylene Dizon and Andrea Del Rosario – seemed so real and true to life that you couldn’t help but cheer them on. Plus, the soundtrack of the film really brought another edge to the film – the majority of the music being a slick, urbanized version of Southwestern style of modern blues, along with a few snippets of Pinoy rap to glue the film together.
After watching that movie, it struck me that I wasn’t aghast by the concept of lesbian love. Even though I’m a very open person, I would have to be honest, sometimes I felt lesbians were aggressive, even more aggressive than straight men, when it came to dating. But honestly, if you’re truly in love with someone, it doesn’t matter who you’re with, just as long as it’s a mutual love that is true and pure. It was an honest representation of true love that symbolized a bond that you completely can’t deny.
So for all of you hopeless gay romantics out there, I suggest you all grab a copy and watch this movie. Once you watch it, I guarantee that this’ll be part of your favorites. If anyone is intrigued enough and wants to see it, I would be more than happy to lend a copy, just e-mail me at sex.confessions69@gmail.com. By the way, THIS MOVIE HAS ENGLISH SUBTITLES!!
Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!!
Sexcapade Files #12: The Anniversary - Part I
(In celebration of Valentine’s Day, the blessed day of Love & Eros, I bring you a slightly different sexcapade….)
Eric and I had finally reached our first anniversary, and we were both excited. I guess you can say I was very excited when I decided to surprise him with something I had never done before…be ROMANTIC…
A few days before this wonderful event, I spent hours scouring the supermarket for “supplies”, scrubbed my studio apartment clean from top to bottom, and made sure everything was the way that I had planned it in my head.
By 9 pm, the place was gorgeous: The place was lit exclusively by candlelight, candles on the desk, on the table, in the bathroom, in the kitchen, everywhere, that it was dim but bright enough where we could see. The apartment held such a romantic and sensual glow, that the flickering of the candles reflected on the huge mirror of my wide closet, so the lights felt as if they multiplied around the room. The best part was that my bed was situated in front of that mirror. I was getting excitingly naughty.
Dinner was a specialty – cheese-stuffed meatballs & spaghetti I had made that afternoon - and a bottle of sparkling cider was in the fridge (mind you, Eric did not appreciate wine, unfortunately). Two plates, silverware, and glasses were specifically placed on the dining room table. My stereo system was playing about 5 hours worth of a variety of making love music that I had handpicked from my vast music collection. And I was wearing a blue camisole, a blue miniskirt, and knee-high black boots, with my hair dried straight. Underneath, I wore a black mini-thong snug deep into my ass cheeks. I was waiting for the night to begin.
Eric arrived wearing a maroon button-up shirt and slacks. Wow, did he look good that night, and the look on his face spoke volumes. His eyes gleamed in the candlelight, as he gathered me in his arms, and gave me a kiss on the lips. It wasn’t long before that kiss became much more engaged, our arms tangled around each other, our lips locked, tongues touched, and I felt that spark of love and lust empower us as we continued to kiss, feeling seductively heady from the smell of his aftershave and his cologne, his man-scent overpowering me as I felt myself melt in his arms, his hands tracing the outline of my breasts through the camisole, feeling my nipples becoming erect and hard from his touch.
We broke away, and he looked at me, with a warm smile on his face, and said “Happy first anniversary. I have a surprise for you.”
Sure enough, lying on the floor, was a flat, rectangular object. He picked it up, handed it to me, and shyly said, “It’s not finished yet, but I wanted you to see what I was planning to give you.” I gingerly ripped off the wrapping, and I gasped: it was a painting of the two of us, on the beach, looking at the sunset. It wasn’t finished, but I saw the time and effort he had used to create it – the pencil lines and the watercolor brush strokes – and I felt so surprised that it really touched me. I was very touched by his thoughtfulness.
“Thank you so much! It’s beautiful!” I gasped. “I can’t wait to see it completed!”
“I’m sorry that I couldn’t get it done in time, but I promise I will,” he said. “I’ll finish it for you, because I love you.”
”I love you too, Eric. Thank you for the wonderful gift,” I gushed. “Are you ready for dinner?”
I led him to the dining room table, and while he sat there, drinking some sparkling cider, I brought him our meal (and incidentally, it became our anniversary meal for three years). During the meal, he would occasionally glance at me, in a lovingly lustful way, and reach over to touch my face, slowly caressing my neck downward, then reaching over to cup my breast, once again touching my nipple until it became erect and hard. We stopped eating, and he leaned over to kiss me on the lips, and we again began to entangle ourselves in a passionate embrace. Our lips would swim over and over again, kissing each other on the cheek, moving toward the ears, his goatee scratching my neck, as his mouth ventured further south…
I began to unbutton his shirt, pulled off his pants, and as we kissed, I reached over to touch his already-hard cock. From what I felt, he had shaved just for the occasion, and I began to stroke his large dick with my hands, while he began to twist my nipples and squeezing my breasts that I began to moan with pleasure. We tossed our remaining pieces of clothing on the wayside, and lay on my bed, as he began to nip my neck, move downward towards the cleft of my breasts, feeling his tongue explore my stomach and the ticklish parts of my waist, and I heard myself moan more, feeling myself closer to the brink. I found his head swimming between my legs, feel his fingers part my pussy lips, and all heaven broke loose.
I was swimming in ecstasy. My mind and body was on the brink and I came multiple times as his fingers fondled the inside of my pussy, tickling the g-spot, and his goatee brushed against my thighs as I felt his lips suck my pulsing clit, getting me wetter and wetter, until my pussy juices poured out, exploding on the bedspread. I was gasping and screaming for air, my mind in a whirl, panting for breath, then he slid his cock into me, kissed me on the lips, and began to thrust, in and out, in gradual strengths, until I came yet again, then turned me over on my side and thrust into me with one leg on the bed, the other leg hugging against his thigh. God, it felt sooooooo good. A few more climaxes, and then he turned me over, as I was on my hands and knees, as he thrusted into me more, grabbing my ass and then holding my waist, as he rammed his hard cock into me, more and more, faster and faster, until we both came at the same time, screaming and whimpering into a passionate climax.
We collapsed on the bed, he and I both sweaty from our lovemaking. He gathered me in his arms, looked into my eyes, and said, “I love you so much. Happy anniversary, Vee,” he whispered.
“I love you too, Eric. Happy anniversary.” I whispered back. After a few moments, I said, “I have a surprise in the bathroom, you want to come with me?” I slyly asked.
Seeing his playfully suspicious look, I pulled him from the bed, and as he followed me into the bathroom, he finally saw his surprise: A row of candles lighting the bathroom and a bathtub full of warm water covered in bubbles. His eyes widened.
“Wow, you did all this yourself?” he said.
“Let’s lie in the tub and relax, I’ve never done this with you before,” I said. And we both stepped in the tub, and I lay on his chest, his arms wrapped around me, feeling his lips kiss the top of my head, I never felt so womanly and so passionately loved in my life. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world at that moment, as we sat in the warmth of that bubble-filled tub, feeling his hands and arms wrapped around me, everything was wonderful in the world for that moment…
Eric and I had finally reached our first anniversary, and we were both excited. I guess you can say I was very excited when I decided to surprise him with something I had never done before…be ROMANTIC…
A few days before this wonderful event, I spent hours scouring the supermarket for “supplies”, scrubbed my studio apartment clean from top to bottom, and made sure everything was the way that I had planned it in my head.
By 9 pm, the place was gorgeous: The place was lit exclusively by candlelight, candles on the desk, on the table, in the bathroom, in the kitchen, everywhere, that it was dim but bright enough where we could see. The apartment held such a romantic and sensual glow, that the flickering of the candles reflected on the huge mirror of my wide closet, so the lights felt as if they multiplied around the room. The best part was that my bed was situated in front of that mirror. I was getting excitingly naughty.
Dinner was a specialty – cheese-stuffed meatballs & spaghetti I had made that afternoon - and a bottle of sparkling cider was in the fridge (mind you, Eric did not appreciate wine, unfortunately). Two plates, silverware, and glasses were specifically placed on the dining room table. My stereo system was playing about 5 hours worth of a variety of making love music that I had handpicked from my vast music collection. And I was wearing a blue camisole, a blue miniskirt, and knee-high black boots, with my hair dried straight. Underneath, I wore a black mini-thong snug deep into my ass cheeks. I was waiting for the night to begin.
Eric arrived wearing a maroon button-up shirt and slacks. Wow, did he look good that night, and the look on his face spoke volumes. His eyes gleamed in the candlelight, as he gathered me in his arms, and gave me a kiss on the lips. It wasn’t long before that kiss became much more engaged, our arms tangled around each other, our lips locked, tongues touched, and I felt that spark of love and lust empower us as we continued to kiss, feeling seductively heady from the smell of his aftershave and his cologne, his man-scent overpowering me as I felt myself melt in his arms, his hands tracing the outline of my breasts through the camisole, feeling my nipples becoming erect and hard from his touch.
We broke away, and he looked at me, with a warm smile on his face, and said “Happy first anniversary. I have a surprise for you.”
Sure enough, lying on the floor, was a flat, rectangular object. He picked it up, handed it to me, and shyly said, “It’s not finished yet, but I wanted you to see what I was planning to give you.” I gingerly ripped off the wrapping, and I gasped: it was a painting of the two of us, on the beach, looking at the sunset. It wasn’t finished, but I saw the time and effort he had used to create it – the pencil lines and the watercolor brush strokes – and I felt so surprised that it really touched me. I was very touched by his thoughtfulness.
“Thank you so much! It’s beautiful!” I gasped. “I can’t wait to see it completed!”
“I’m sorry that I couldn’t get it done in time, but I promise I will,” he said. “I’ll finish it for you, because I love you.”
”I love you too, Eric. Thank you for the wonderful gift,” I gushed. “Are you ready for dinner?”
I led him to the dining room table, and while he sat there, drinking some sparkling cider, I brought him our meal (and incidentally, it became our anniversary meal for three years). During the meal, he would occasionally glance at me, in a lovingly lustful way, and reach over to touch my face, slowly caressing my neck downward, then reaching over to cup my breast, once again touching my nipple until it became erect and hard. We stopped eating, and he leaned over to kiss me on the lips, and we again began to entangle ourselves in a passionate embrace. Our lips would swim over and over again, kissing each other on the cheek, moving toward the ears, his goatee scratching my neck, as his mouth ventured further south…
I began to unbutton his shirt, pulled off his pants, and as we kissed, I reached over to touch his already-hard cock. From what I felt, he had shaved just for the occasion, and I began to stroke his large dick with my hands, while he began to twist my nipples and squeezing my breasts that I began to moan with pleasure. We tossed our remaining pieces of clothing on the wayside, and lay on my bed, as he began to nip my neck, move downward towards the cleft of my breasts, feeling his tongue explore my stomach and the ticklish parts of my waist, and I heard myself moan more, feeling myself closer to the brink. I found his head swimming between my legs, feel his fingers part my pussy lips, and all heaven broke loose.
I was swimming in ecstasy. My mind and body was on the brink and I came multiple times as his fingers fondled the inside of my pussy, tickling the g-spot, and his goatee brushed against my thighs as I felt his lips suck my pulsing clit, getting me wetter and wetter, until my pussy juices poured out, exploding on the bedspread. I was gasping and screaming for air, my mind in a whirl, panting for breath, then he slid his cock into me, kissed me on the lips, and began to thrust, in and out, in gradual strengths, until I came yet again, then turned me over on my side and thrust into me with one leg on the bed, the other leg hugging against his thigh. God, it felt sooooooo good. A few more climaxes, and then he turned me over, as I was on my hands and knees, as he thrusted into me more, grabbing my ass and then holding my waist, as he rammed his hard cock into me, more and more, faster and faster, until we both came at the same time, screaming and whimpering into a passionate climax.
We collapsed on the bed, he and I both sweaty from our lovemaking. He gathered me in his arms, looked into my eyes, and said, “I love you so much. Happy anniversary, Vee,” he whispered.
“I love you too, Eric. Happy anniversary.” I whispered back. After a few moments, I said, “I have a surprise in the bathroom, you want to come with me?” I slyly asked.
Seeing his playfully suspicious look, I pulled him from the bed, and as he followed me into the bathroom, he finally saw his surprise: A row of candles lighting the bathroom and a bathtub full of warm water covered in bubbles. His eyes widened.
“Wow, you did all this yourself?” he said.
“Let’s lie in the tub and relax, I’ve never done this with you before,” I said. And we both stepped in the tub, and I lay on his chest, his arms wrapped around me, feeling his lips kiss the top of my head, I never felt so womanly and so passionately loved in my life. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world at that moment, as we sat in the warmth of that bubble-filled tub, feeling his hands and arms wrapped around me, everything was wonderful in the world for that moment…
The Mind of a Closet Nympho
For you all who have read over my posts, gasped from shock and gone hard from all of my confessions, you may have wonder what ever possessed me to ever reveal such intimate details about my sex life to complete strangers who are probably as horny and I am? What is it about me that brings you back to this blog of mine?
In my every day, average life, I am seen as reserved, quiet, silly, and pretty conservative. I unconsciously convey innocence and a goody-two-shoe persona that it drives me crazy. Sometimes I feel like I’m an invisible person, inside wanting to be seen as a sex goddess, but feeling like I’ve been passed by, unintentionally, because I’m not instantly as outgoing as other people. I tend to be in my shell, observing people and their actions, quiet and awkward, the type who would “keep appearances”. I tend to isolate myself, not because I’m being a snob, but because I’m shy and do horribly in situations where I don’t know anyone. I’m the type that people don’t look twice at, and then I end up just being friends with them, mainly because they don’t see me as anything more than friends, the usual story.
More often than not, I get sick and tired of being the “innocent”-looking one. I’m tired of always being passed on by, and then always having to become the aggressor because people see me as “fragile”. I’m tired of having to play the “friend”. I’m tired of acting like an invisible person. I’m tired of always having to do the right thing, always losing her first chance, then getting leftovers in the end.
Writing in this blog makes me feel worthwhile. Inside of me is an exhibitionist wanting to burst out at the seams, wanting to show the world what she can do. The inside of me wants someone to notice who I really am, without having to second-guess or do double takes when it comes to the things I’ve done. I want to show the world that I’m not sexless, or neutral, but someone who is burning-hot from wanting to get fucked.
On the flip side, I feel as if I attract the wrong type of people sometimes. The ones that get attracted to me get attached way too soon, that it freaks me out and I perceive things as stalker-ish. They also end up being people I’m not attracted to physically, but they end up being attracted to me. Or they end up being attached to someone else, or just plain WEIRD, in a bad way. It’s just plain bad luck in my end, to have to deal with it sometimes. Maybe I’m just neurotic that way.
I need someone that would be my equal. Someone that is cute, but not completely hot, and someone that finds me attractive, all the same. Someone that isn’t too old, or too young, and definitely someone that can satisfy me. Someone that I can still be more than friends with, be interested in me, have some kind of spark, and fuck me until the break of dawn…and did I mention not someone bad-WEIRD and a good fuck? :-D
In my every day, average life, I am seen as reserved, quiet, silly, and pretty conservative. I unconsciously convey innocence and a goody-two-shoe persona that it drives me crazy. Sometimes I feel like I’m an invisible person, inside wanting to be seen as a sex goddess, but feeling like I’ve been passed by, unintentionally, because I’m not instantly as outgoing as other people. I tend to be in my shell, observing people and their actions, quiet and awkward, the type who would “keep appearances”. I tend to isolate myself, not because I’m being a snob, but because I’m shy and do horribly in situations where I don’t know anyone. I’m the type that people don’t look twice at, and then I end up just being friends with them, mainly because they don’t see me as anything more than friends, the usual story.
More often than not, I get sick and tired of being the “innocent”-looking one. I’m tired of always being passed on by, and then always having to become the aggressor because people see me as “fragile”. I’m tired of having to play the “friend”. I’m tired of acting like an invisible person. I’m tired of always having to do the right thing, always losing her first chance, then getting leftovers in the end.
Writing in this blog makes me feel worthwhile. Inside of me is an exhibitionist wanting to burst out at the seams, wanting to show the world what she can do. The inside of me wants someone to notice who I really am, without having to second-guess or do double takes when it comes to the things I’ve done. I want to show the world that I’m not sexless, or neutral, but someone who is burning-hot from wanting to get fucked.
On the flip side, I feel as if I attract the wrong type of people sometimes. The ones that get attracted to me get attached way too soon, that it freaks me out and I perceive things as stalker-ish. They also end up being people I’m not attracted to physically, but they end up being attracted to me. Or they end up being attached to someone else, or just plain WEIRD, in a bad way. It’s just plain bad luck in my end, to have to deal with it sometimes. Maybe I’m just neurotic that way.
I need someone that would be my equal. Someone that is cute, but not completely hot, and someone that finds me attractive, all the same. Someone that isn’t too old, or too young, and definitely someone that can satisfy me. Someone that I can still be more than friends with, be interested in me, have some kind of spark, and fuck me until the break of dawn…and did I mention not someone bad-WEIRD and a good fuck? :-D
Thursday, February 12, 2009
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Introduce yourselves to me, and let's share some sex stories...don't be shy!!
Porno Fiend
Porno. You know you watch it. I watch it. Everyone in this world watches it, even if they don’t admit to it or not. It’s everyone’s forbidden and secret pleasure, husbands hide it from their wives, wives hide it from their husbands, parents hide it from their children, children hide it from their parents, and so on and so forth. But what is the big deal about porno?
Everyone knows it’s awesome, watching people have sex in the privacy of your own home, so you can get off on your own. Others scoff at how “dirty” it is, devout-Christians forbid it, but it doesn’t make sense. How is porno so bad after all?
Well, from someone that used to be on the “against porno” side (yes, believe it or not), I always thought that porno would be something that separated relationships. There are couples that I know who would rather watch porno than sleep with their own significant others. REALLY?!? You live with free ass and pussy and you’d rather watch people butt-naked, faking having orgasms than fuck your wife or husband?! What the fuck is wrong with you??? And sadly enough, it’s true, so many people are stuck in relationships where the sex is bad, infrequent and unsatisfying. Then you find out that the person you’ve been with who hadn’t fucked you for so long had been watching porno all this time, and you get jealous. Yes, that’s right, jealous of porno. Which is why so many people’s lives and relationships can be broken because of porno.
Then, I became single, and sex became very, very infrequent. You needed visual stimulation to get yourself off, because the dick wasn’t even there to help you get by. Even a dildo couldn’t help you, because all you wanted was some real dick being shoved in your pussy, making you scream into an orgasm, and you wished there was someone there. So you started to watch a porno, and as you sat there, mesmerized by the naked bodies, watching quietly as you heard the whimpers, moans, grunts, snarled faces, and sweat of two, three or more people having so much pleasure, you couldn’t help but sit back, rub yourself between the legs, and wait until the explosion hit, out of breath as you continued on watching these unknown people fucking the night away.
I understand now that porno can’t be all bad. We are human, we have needs, and sometimes we have to fulfill them, even when there isn’t someone available to get you by. Sometimes you want to be able to jack off on your own, to understand your space and personal time, without having to be bothered by someone else to get you to your pleasure zone. Sometimes you want to pretend that you’re actually watching people have sex live, pretend that you were someone else fucking someone famous/rich/hot, and we all have the right to do so, just as long as we don’t cheat. And porno is a great escape to do all those wild fantasies in our heads without getting a limb chopped off by out significant others.
I usually watch straight Asian porn and guy-on-guy porn, mainly because the orgasms look a lot better than straight porn, seem more realistic, and the guys are a LOT hotter. Sometimes, white porn just infuriates me, why is it that the girl’s only the hot one and not the guy? I honestly don’t want to imagine some butt-ass redneck trying to fuck me while the chick is hot, that’s not fair to me, right? I guess porno makers don’t fully realize that women consume almost as much porno as men do, but they’re a bit behind on the times…
I guess that’s what I’ll be planning this Valentine’s Day then, another V-Day with no ass on the way…sigh…I guess it’s time to pull out the porno collection again…
Everyone knows it’s awesome, watching people have sex in the privacy of your own home, so you can get off on your own. Others scoff at how “dirty” it is, devout-Christians forbid it, but it doesn’t make sense. How is porno so bad after all?
Well, from someone that used to be on the “against porno” side (yes, believe it or not), I always thought that porno would be something that separated relationships. There are couples that I know who would rather watch porno than sleep with their own significant others. REALLY?!? You live with free ass and pussy and you’d rather watch people butt-naked, faking having orgasms than fuck your wife or husband?! What the fuck is wrong with you??? And sadly enough, it’s true, so many people are stuck in relationships where the sex is bad, infrequent and unsatisfying. Then you find out that the person you’ve been with who hadn’t fucked you for so long had been watching porno all this time, and you get jealous. Yes, that’s right, jealous of porno. Which is why so many people’s lives and relationships can be broken because of porno.
Then, I became single, and sex became very, very infrequent. You needed visual stimulation to get yourself off, because the dick wasn’t even there to help you get by. Even a dildo couldn’t help you, because all you wanted was some real dick being shoved in your pussy, making you scream into an orgasm, and you wished there was someone there. So you started to watch a porno, and as you sat there, mesmerized by the naked bodies, watching quietly as you heard the whimpers, moans, grunts, snarled faces, and sweat of two, three or more people having so much pleasure, you couldn’t help but sit back, rub yourself between the legs, and wait until the explosion hit, out of breath as you continued on watching these unknown people fucking the night away.
I understand now that porno can’t be all bad. We are human, we have needs, and sometimes we have to fulfill them, even when there isn’t someone available to get you by. Sometimes you want to be able to jack off on your own, to understand your space and personal time, without having to be bothered by someone else to get you to your pleasure zone. Sometimes you want to pretend that you’re actually watching people have sex live, pretend that you were someone else fucking someone famous/rich/hot, and we all have the right to do so, just as long as we don’t cheat. And porno is a great escape to do all those wild fantasies in our heads without getting a limb chopped off by out significant others.
I usually watch straight Asian porn and guy-on-guy porn, mainly because the orgasms look a lot better than straight porn, seem more realistic, and the guys are a LOT hotter. Sometimes, white porn just infuriates me, why is it that the girl’s only the hot one and not the guy? I honestly don’t want to imagine some butt-ass redneck trying to fuck me while the chick is hot, that’s not fair to me, right? I guess porno makers don’t fully realize that women consume almost as much porno as men do, but they’re a bit behind on the times…
I guess that’s what I’ll be planning this Valentine’s Day then, another V-Day with no ass on the way…sigh…I guess it’s time to pull out the porno collection again…
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Accepting Defeat
My sexcapade encounter with Derek really opened my eyes with what I can and can’t do in sex. There are a lot of things I know, and a lot of things that I still want to try, but his dick is something I am starting to come to terms with.
The monstrosity of his member really taught me that there are things that I need to improve upon. For instance, for a woman that hasn’t had a cock in her mouth as big as Derek’s for over three years, I need to learn how to deep throat while thrusting, learning how to control my throat and breathing, being able to take something that big being shoved down my throat while not losing air and consciousness, all at the same time.
I need to learn how to take my time, to take it in stride, and read my partner and my partner’s movements, without rushing him into a climax. Getting someone off isn’t something that can be done being rushed, and to show all your tricks all at one time can be confusing.
Derek’s cock is definitely a challenge, and I don’t want to accept defeat, but that one time with him will be a defeat on my almost flawless record. My experience with him will be something I will look upon as another notch on my belt, but yet another lesson in sex for me to improve upon, as I learn more about myself in this neon-colored world of sex and pleasure.
I will not bow down to the pressure, and not say that he and I didn’t enjoy ourselves, because we both did. But in order for me to not lose face again, I will work my hardest to get myself back on my feet and go about my conquests. I will persevere, no matter how long it takes, I WILL CONQUER THAT DICK!!
The monstrosity of his member really taught me that there are things that I need to improve upon. For instance, for a woman that hasn’t had a cock in her mouth as big as Derek’s for over three years, I need to learn how to deep throat while thrusting, learning how to control my throat and breathing, being able to take something that big being shoved down my throat while not losing air and consciousness, all at the same time.
I need to learn how to take my time, to take it in stride, and read my partner and my partner’s movements, without rushing him into a climax. Getting someone off isn’t something that can be done being rushed, and to show all your tricks all at one time can be confusing.
Derek’s cock is definitely a challenge, and I don’t want to accept defeat, but that one time with him will be a defeat on my almost flawless record. My experience with him will be something I will look upon as another notch on my belt, but yet another lesson in sex for me to improve upon, as I learn more about myself in this neon-colored world of sex and pleasure.
I will not bow down to the pressure, and not say that he and I didn’t enjoy ourselves, because we both did. But in order for me to not lose face again, I will work my hardest to get myself back on my feet and go about my conquests. I will persevere, no matter how long it takes, I WILL CONQUER THAT DICK!!
Friday, February 6, 2009
Sex Fantasy #5: In Search of Satisfaction - Part VI
(Continuing from UKRoadrunner's "In Search of Satisfaction - Part V": http://ukroadrunner.wordpress.com/2009/02/02/in-search-of-satisfaction-part-v/)
Lizzie was enjoying every minute. It had been months since she had had such a nice fresh cock in her mouth. As she worked her large breasts around his thick and long cock, she was amazed at how gigantically large it was, especially coming from a man that didn’t seem to have the ego or the body of such a large member. Her mouth licked the salty taste of his cock, which was starting to trickle down drops of clear pre-cum from his cock hole, and she lapped up those tasty morsels, one by one, as it appeared on his cock head whenever it appeared from between her breasts. His rough hands were on her head, lightly pushing her deeper and lower, taking him in slowly, inch by inch, until he had completely disappeared. Her breasts hung away from his cock, and as she massaged his balls, she heard him moan, his breath quicken, as she paused at the base of his cock for a second, then lifted her head back up again for air. Her mouth began to explore the contours of his very erect cock, his veins bulging from the shaft, feeling the bumps and curves of his cock with her tongue, teasing it recklessly as she found her head rising upwards, licking the head, then slowly rising upwards towards his stomach, her hand on his cock, jerking it in long hard thrusts, as she found her tongue circling his left nipple, teasing it with her teeth, sucking it gently with her mouth until it became slightly pink, hard and wrinkled.
She felt his hands massaging her breasts, weighing them in his hands, as he squeezed them gently in his hands. He was rolling her nipples around with his fingertips, when she let out a loud, whimpering moan that echoed within the room. He lifted her up, and he began to suck her tits, circling the tips with his tongue, then ravishing them with his mouth, as she screamed in ecstatic pain. Her back arched as he sucked each of her breasts with his mouth, pushing her breasts towards him, his mouth working as she continued to moan and pant in pleasure. His tongue ventured upward, toward her chest, licking and biting her shoulders, up her neck, and then his lips found hers, as they kissed savagely, ravishing each others’ mouths with sexual hunger they knew they couldn’t deny at all.
His hands found the clasp of her capris, and as he slid them downward, he saw the sexy little pink thong she was wearing. In a sensual glee, he snapped them noisily on her waist, and found his hands wandering towards the little pink triangle of fabric that was covering what he really wanted to feel. His forefinger slid in between the folds of her pussy, and he found her extremely wet. She began to moan in pleasure as he fondled her pussy folds, the tip of his finger playing with the little knob of clit, and she felt her legs opening wider as he played with it more. Overcome with pleasure, she leaned back and lay against the bed, while he leaned forward, slid both her legs from her capris, opened her legs wide, and rubbed her pussy in a circular motion, sliding his fingers momentarily to dip into her wetness, then moving back to her clit, rubbing that clit back and forth until it started to protrude, red and slick from wetness.
She continued to moan with the pleasure gradually overtaking her. For one split sane moment, she looked down, and with a glint in his eye, she saw his head lower, and he began to tease her pussy with his tongue, first dipping into her wetness, now becoming rather sticky, then moving towards the clit and the sides of her pussy, moving in a circular motion, then flicking the clit with his tongue, as she writhed in pleasure, moaning and screaming in ecstasy, as he continued more and more, until she came in a shower of cum, soaking him in face with his juices.
She heaved heavily, and with a small smirk in his face, she felt that he wasn’t even half over trying to torture her with this much pleasure…
(Read the finale here: "In Search of Satisfaction - Part VII": http://ukroadrunner.wordpress.com/2009/02/06/in-search-of-satisfaction-part-vii)
Lizzie was enjoying every minute. It had been months since she had had such a nice fresh cock in her mouth. As she worked her large breasts around his thick and long cock, she was amazed at how gigantically large it was, especially coming from a man that didn’t seem to have the ego or the body of such a large member. Her mouth licked the salty taste of his cock, which was starting to trickle down drops of clear pre-cum from his cock hole, and she lapped up those tasty morsels, one by one, as it appeared on his cock head whenever it appeared from between her breasts. His rough hands were on her head, lightly pushing her deeper and lower, taking him in slowly, inch by inch, until he had completely disappeared. Her breasts hung away from his cock, and as she massaged his balls, she heard him moan, his breath quicken, as she paused at the base of his cock for a second, then lifted her head back up again for air. Her mouth began to explore the contours of his very erect cock, his veins bulging from the shaft, feeling the bumps and curves of his cock with her tongue, teasing it recklessly as she found her head rising upwards, licking the head, then slowly rising upwards towards his stomach, her hand on his cock, jerking it in long hard thrusts, as she found her tongue circling his left nipple, teasing it with her teeth, sucking it gently with her mouth until it became slightly pink, hard and wrinkled.
She felt his hands massaging her breasts, weighing them in his hands, as he squeezed them gently in his hands. He was rolling her nipples around with his fingertips, when she let out a loud, whimpering moan that echoed within the room. He lifted her up, and he began to suck her tits, circling the tips with his tongue, then ravishing them with his mouth, as she screamed in ecstatic pain. Her back arched as he sucked each of her breasts with his mouth, pushing her breasts towards him, his mouth working as she continued to moan and pant in pleasure. His tongue ventured upward, toward her chest, licking and biting her shoulders, up her neck, and then his lips found hers, as they kissed savagely, ravishing each others’ mouths with sexual hunger they knew they couldn’t deny at all.
His hands found the clasp of her capris, and as he slid them downward, he saw the sexy little pink thong she was wearing. In a sensual glee, he snapped them noisily on her waist, and found his hands wandering towards the little pink triangle of fabric that was covering what he really wanted to feel. His forefinger slid in between the folds of her pussy, and he found her extremely wet. She began to moan in pleasure as he fondled her pussy folds, the tip of his finger playing with the little knob of clit, and she felt her legs opening wider as he played with it more. Overcome with pleasure, she leaned back and lay against the bed, while he leaned forward, slid both her legs from her capris, opened her legs wide, and rubbed her pussy in a circular motion, sliding his fingers momentarily to dip into her wetness, then moving back to her clit, rubbing that clit back and forth until it started to protrude, red and slick from wetness.
She continued to moan with the pleasure gradually overtaking her. For one split sane moment, she looked down, and with a glint in his eye, she saw his head lower, and he began to tease her pussy with his tongue, first dipping into her wetness, now becoming rather sticky, then moving towards the clit and the sides of her pussy, moving in a circular motion, then flicking the clit with his tongue, as she writhed in pleasure, moaning and screaming in ecstasy, as he continued more and more, until she came in a shower of cum, soaking him in face with his juices.
She heaved heavily, and with a small smirk in his face, she felt that he wasn’t even half over trying to torture her with this much pleasure…
(Read the finale here: "In Search of Satisfaction - Part VII": http://ukroadrunner.wordpress.com/2009/02/06/in-search-of-satisfaction-part-vii)
Monday, February 2, 2009
Sexcapade Files #11: Impromptu Super Bowl Fuck (Monster Dark Chocolate Cock)
Tonight was the most surprising night ever. It didn’t matter if the Steelers won and scored the winning touchdown less than a minute before the end of the 4th quarter: the one thing I will remember, after all the football players have won their game and their trophies, is the fact that I scored – majorly scored – the night of the Super Bowl.
My roommates and I had decided to have a little get-together at the house, and I had asked my friend Derek to come over to the house to hang out with us. He was a short black guy with a baby face, and seemed like your typical laid-back guy that we got along very well. We met each other for the first time at work, and he was one of the few people at work who I was actually close with. I never really suspected (although I had a faint idea) that we would actually get together and do the down and dirty.
We were hanging out having a smoke when we started talking about our sex lives. I had told him what I had done before, talking about my mouth technique, and he was getting really tempted, just to pique his curiosity. We finally finished a cigarette and went to my room to discover what was underneath our clothes.
I had stripped down bare and naked, and wow, did his eyes pop up like wildfire. I guess that I don’t wear revealing clothes at work, so he had no idea that my boobs were that big. He settled down on my mattress, with his back against the wall, and I unzipped his pants.
He was still a bit soft when I opened up those jeans, but I could tell that he was BIG. Even while flaccid, I noticed that his dark chocolate cock was thick, and I was definitely up for the challenge. I placed my mouth on his head, slightly sucking and swirling my tongue while sucking, while I massaged his balls with my other hand. His cock started to throb, getting bigger and bigger every second. His hands pressed down on my head, and he told me to take it down. He was still soft, so I managed to shove it down my throat, and he kept getting bigger and thicker. By the time I got up for air, I had noticed that he had an 8 inch dick, and OH MY GOD was it thick.
It was the thickest cock I had ever seen. It was almost two inches in diameter, cut and smooth. I felt the shaft of his cock with my fingers and the palm of my hand, and I had a hard time finding the vein protruding from his cock. His head was a nice thick and dark brown mushroom, his knob was a piece of flappy skin that connected to his shaft. I took his fully erect cock in my mouth, and sucked it that I felt my jaws popping from the wideness, as I pushed it deeper and deeper in my mouth.
He started to thrust, gently at first, and then deeper and deeper until I started to gag. Wow, was it a challenge. It was very difficult getting him in there, with the wideness that I thought my jaws were going to lock for good. I felt his smooth dick sliding into me, and I actually gagged from the wideness of it – it was HUMONGOUS!! But I didn’t want to proclaim defeat, I wanted to be able to somewhat conquer this dick like it was the last dick in my mouth.
After a few deep thrusts, I felt myself gagging and vomiting a bit in my mouth. I needed air BADLY. I didn’t want to struggle, so I pulled on his shirt to signal that I needed air. He relented, then I began to suck his wide dick perpendicularly in increments, sucking with my lips from top to bottom on the underneath of his cock as I squeezed my hand on his thick cock. My mouth ventured toward his balls, as I sucked the surface of his ball sack, feeling the softness and tasting the saltiness of his all, all the while jerking his shaft and squeezing the tip of his head with my fingers. Then my mouth went all the way to his crease, as I dug underneath his ball sack, sucking and licking the crease until I heard him moan. I knew he was enjoying this as much as I was.
He then asked me to suck his cock again, but this time, he stood up, while I was on my knees, and he started thrusting. Feeling a bit surprised that he would, my throat wasn’t completely wide open and I gagged more than once. I felt a surge of acrid vomit in my throat, and I thought I was going to choke from the voracity of his dick. After a few more thrust, I then pulled again on his shirt, choking while I gasped for air, and went back to deep throat as he continued to thrust.
Pretty soon, we ended up on the bed. I lay back, felt him get in between me, and plunged deep into my pussy. Owwwww…I thought. Geez, was he gynormous! I felt as if I couldn’t take it in me as he thrusted into my wet pussy, thrusting more and more until the pain started to go away and I felt a surge of pleasure. My, did it feel good. I placed my angles on his thighs, widening my legs to get a deeper thrust, and I started to whimper from the pain and pleasure of having such a large cock in my pussy. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter as he thrust into me, feeling his very large cock inside of me, thrusting and gyrating his hips with every thrust. Wow, did he have technique.
He instructed me to flip over, and I placed my forearms on the pillow, my knees on the bed, my ass protruding outward as he slid his dick inside of me, pounding in fast and slow speeds, and I whimpered and gasped even more. The pain and pleasure was starting to overtake me, but I refused to give up: I wanted him to enjoy pounding my pussy, feeling him grip my ass as he continued thrusting hard, feeling his pelvis slap against my skin, as I moaned more and more, trying to keep myself from screaming and scaring away my roommates.
He had me on my back again, and he took my legs and hooked them onto his forearms. I felt another different kind of pleasure, feeling his chest rub against my breasts, as he pounded me into oblivion. I felt my pussy clench more and more as he thrusted deeper into me, faster and faster, until he slowed down his pace for me to catch my breath.
He turned me around again, to fuck me from behind, and again I felt his chest on my back. I grabbed onto my mattress for dear life, feeling the pain and pleasure overcome me like a tidal wave, as he pounded more and more and more, until he pulled out and felt his cum spray my back and my buttocks like hot candle wax.
After wiping my back down, we got dressed and went outside for an after-sex smoke. Good lord, were we tired. He had a look of exhaustion, an after-sex smile on his face, his large eyes, droopy from sleep. I think he and I both were a bit out of shape and rough from not having sex in a while.
I would honestly say, that from all the dicks I’ve sucked, that one was definitely a challenge. I didn’t want to say that I consider myself defeated, but it was definitely a struggle. I had never, ever, ever sucked a cock as big as that. It was even bigger than Monster Chocolate Cock. Hopefully he wasn’t disappointed, because I sure wasn’t…I got the surprise of my life sucking a cock like that.
It’s probably a good thing that he’s moving into the house soon, maybe I can improve on my technique, because it had been so long since I’ve shoved a cock that large into my mouth. I will not succumb to the pressure, I will conquer that dick sooner or later…
My roommates and I had decided to have a little get-together at the house, and I had asked my friend Derek to come over to the house to hang out with us. He was a short black guy with a baby face, and seemed like your typical laid-back guy that we got along very well. We met each other for the first time at work, and he was one of the few people at work who I was actually close with. I never really suspected (although I had a faint idea) that we would actually get together and do the down and dirty.
We were hanging out having a smoke when we started talking about our sex lives. I had told him what I had done before, talking about my mouth technique, and he was getting really tempted, just to pique his curiosity. We finally finished a cigarette and went to my room to discover what was underneath our clothes.
I had stripped down bare and naked, and wow, did his eyes pop up like wildfire. I guess that I don’t wear revealing clothes at work, so he had no idea that my boobs were that big. He settled down on my mattress, with his back against the wall, and I unzipped his pants.
He was still a bit soft when I opened up those jeans, but I could tell that he was BIG. Even while flaccid, I noticed that his dark chocolate cock was thick, and I was definitely up for the challenge. I placed my mouth on his head, slightly sucking and swirling my tongue while sucking, while I massaged his balls with my other hand. His cock started to throb, getting bigger and bigger every second. His hands pressed down on my head, and he told me to take it down. He was still soft, so I managed to shove it down my throat, and he kept getting bigger and thicker. By the time I got up for air, I had noticed that he had an 8 inch dick, and OH MY GOD was it thick.
It was the thickest cock I had ever seen. It was almost two inches in diameter, cut and smooth. I felt the shaft of his cock with my fingers and the palm of my hand, and I had a hard time finding the vein protruding from his cock. His head was a nice thick and dark brown mushroom, his knob was a piece of flappy skin that connected to his shaft. I took his fully erect cock in my mouth, and sucked it that I felt my jaws popping from the wideness, as I pushed it deeper and deeper in my mouth.
He started to thrust, gently at first, and then deeper and deeper until I started to gag. Wow, was it a challenge. It was very difficult getting him in there, with the wideness that I thought my jaws were going to lock for good. I felt his smooth dick sliding into me, and I actually gagged from the wideness of it – it was HUMONGOUS!! But I didn’t want to proclaim defeat, I wanted to be able to somewhat conquer this dick like it was the last dick in my mouth.
After a few deep thrusts, I felt myself gagging and vomiting a bit in my mouth. I needed air BADLY. I didn’t want to struggle, so I pulled on his shirt to signal that I needed air. He relented, then I began to suck his wide dick perpendicularly in increments, sucking with my lips from top to bottom on the underneath of his cock as I squeezed my hand on his thick cock. My mouth ventured toward his balls, as I sucked the surface of his ball sack, feeling the softness and tasting the saltiness of his all, all the while jerking his shaft and squeezing the tip of his head with my fingers. Then my mouth went all the way to his crease, as I dug underneath his ball sack, sucking and licking the crease until I heard him moan. I knew he was enjoying this as much as I was.
He then asked me to suck his cock again, but this time, he stood up, while I was on my knees, and he started thrusting. Feeling a bit surprised that he would, my throat wasn’t completely wide open and I gagged more than once. I felt a surge of acrid vomit in my throat, and I thought I was going to choke from the voracity of his dick. After a few more thrust, I then pulled again on his shirt, choking while I gasped for air, and went back to deep throat as he continued to thrust.
Pretty soon, we ended up on the bed. I lay back, felt him get in between me, and plunged deep into my pussy. Owwwww…I thought. Geez, was he gynormous! I felt as if I couldn’t take it in me as he thrusted into my wet pussy, thrusting more and more until the pain started to go away and I felt a surge of pleasure. My, did it feel good. I placed my angles on his thighs, widening my legs to get a deeper thrust, and I started to whimper from the pain and pleasure of having such a large cock in my pussy. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter as he thrust into me, feeling his very large cock inside of me, thrusting and gyrating his hips with every thrust. Wow, did he have technique.
He instructed me to flip over, and I placed my forearms on the pillow, my knees on the bed, my ass protruding outward as he slid his dick inside of me, pounding in fast and slow speeds, and I whimpered and gasped even more. The pain and pleasure was starting to overtake me, but I refused to give up: I wanted him to enjoy pounding my pussy, feeling him grip my ass as he continued thrusting hard, feeling his pelvis slap against my skin, as I moaned more and more, trying to keep myself from screaming and scaring away my roommates.
He had me on my back again, and he took my legs and hooked them onto his forearms. I felt another different kind of pleasure, feeling his chest rub against my breasts, as he pounded me into oblivion. I felt my pussy clench more and more as he thrusted deeper into me, faster and faster, until he slowed down his pace for me to catch my breath.
He turned me around again, to fuck me from behind, and again I felt his chest on my back. I grabbed onto my mattress for dear life, feeling the pain and pleasure overcome me like a tidal wave, as he pounded more and more and more, until he pulled out and felt his cum spray my back and my buttocks like hot candle wax.
After wiping my back down, we got dressed and went outside for an after-sex smoke. Good lord, were we tired. He had a look of exhaustion, an after-sex smile on his face, his large eyes, droopy from sleep. I think he and I both were a bit out of shape and rough from not having sex in a while.
I would honestly say, that from all the dicks I’ve sucked, that one was definitely a challenge. I didn’t want to say that I consider myself defeated, but it was definitely a struggle. I had never, ever, ever sucked a cock as big as that. It was even bigger than Monster Chocolate Cock. Hopefully he wasn’t disappointed, because I sure wasn’t…I got the surprise of my life sucking a cock like that.
It’s probably a good thing that he’s moving into the house soon, maybe I can improve on my technique, because it had been so long since I’ve shoved a cock that large into my mouth. I will not succumb to the pressure, I will conquer that dick sooner or later…
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Picky Lover
I have had some of you ask me as to why I’ve only had 5 lovers so far, and have done so much with only 5 people. You may wonder how it’s possible for someone as horny as myself to not jump at the chance to fuck any random guy (most of the time). It’s not like I don’t have the sex drive to sustain a bunch of guys in a row, it’s just that I’m such a picky lover.
I know that I’ve made my mistakes at choosing men (Anthony, for one), and two were completely random, but besides that, I really want the next person that I sleep with be a person that I know, or in some kind of emotional relationship with. I know, I know, I’m starting to sound soft and corny, but it’s really true: I would prefer to sleep with a friend or a lover that I had feelings for, than just have some kind of one-night stand. I want to be able to know the person for a while, have a few dates, be romanced, you name it…I want to be able to feel like a real woman than some kind of piece of meat at times too. Sometimes I get tired of being the aggressor, and would love to actually make love with someone, rather than just fucking him.
Fucking is different than making love. I really know what making love feels like. You’re brought to a higher level than just physical lust alone. Even though it may be the same actions, the same moves, but the motives are completely different, you really do feel like you’ve been to heaven and back when you’ve made love to someone. After you fuck, the afterglow may be there, but when he’s left your side in the middle of the night, you feel a bit of loneliness and longing when you wake up the next morning. A part of you that you shared with someone you didn’t know is gone, and you can’t get it back.
I guess you can say that when it comes to relationships and dating, I’m scared shitless. My personality is night and day when it comes to sex and relationships. The aggressor that I usually am with sex is so shy and awkward when it comes to dating. It’s as if I don’t feel anyone being really attracted to me. I feel like guys see me as a shy, reserved innocent girl who doesn’t have any sex appeal. Sometimes I feel invisible, and it’s worse when I’m interested in someone. It’s so hard for me to express my utmost desires to someone that I’m somewhat emotionally attached to, than someone that I don’t really know. It’s strange, it’s so much easier to tell an unknown stranger that I want to fuck him, rather than someone that I know and interested in how much I care…
It’s so hard being a woman who’s trapped in two worlds sometimes – being a sex fiend and being a shy innocent girl – that I feel as if I’m strangling myself. I don’t know how to mix the two together, I just feel cornered into two extremes sometimes. But what I really want is to make love to someone…and feel that again…
Maybe I’m not ready to take that step yet. Maybe I’m still healing from old wounds that are still trying to recover, even 3 years from now. Maybe I’m just not ready to let myself go, to take the risk to love and get hurt again…maybe I’m just scared…
There’s more to this girl besides sex…
I know that I’ve made my mistakes at choosing men (Anthony, for one), and two were completely random, but besides that, I really want the next person that I sleep with be a person that I know, or in some kind of emotional relationship with. I know, I know, I’m starting to sound soft and corny, but it’s really true: I would prefer to sleep with a friend or a lover that I had feelings for, than just have some kind of one-night stand. I want to be able to know the person for a while, have a few dates, be romanced, you name it…I want to be able to feel like a real woman than some kind of piece of meat at times too. Sometimes I get tired of being the aggressor, and would love to actually make love with someone, rather than just fucking him.
Fucking is different than making love. I really know what making love feels like. You’re brought to a higher level than just physical lust alone. Even though it may be the same actions, the same moves, but the motives are completely different, you really do feel like you’ve been to heaven and back when you’ve made love to someone. After you fuck, the afterglow may be there, but when he’s left your side in the middle of the night, you feel a bit of loneliness and longing when you wake up the next morning. A part of you that you shared with someone you didn’t know is gone, and you can’t get it back.
I guess you can say that when it comes to relationships and dating, I’m scared shitless. My personality is night and day when it comes to sex and relationships. The aggressor that I usually am with sex is so shy and awkward when it comes to dating. It’s as if I don’t feel anyone being really attracted to me. I feel like guys see me as a shy, reserved innocent girl who doesn’t have any sex appeal. Sometimes I feel invisible, and it’s worse when I’m interested in someone. It’s so hard for me to express my utmost desires to someone that I’m somewhat emotionally attached to, than someone that I don’t really know. It’s strange, it’s so much easier to tell an unknown stranger that I want to fuck him, rather than someone that I know and interested in how much I care…
It’s so hard being a woman who’s trapped in two worlds sometimes – being a sex fiend and being a shy innocent girl – that I feel as if I’m strangling myself. I don’t know how to mix the two together, I just feel cornered into two extremes sometimes. But what I really want is to make love to someone…and feel that again…
Maybe I’m not ready to take that step yet. Maybe I’m still healing from old wounds that are still trying to recover, even 3 years from now. Maybe I’m just not ready to let myself go, to take the risk to love and get hurt again…maybe I’m just scared…
There’s more to this girl besides sex…
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