Sunday, October 25, 2009

Sexcapade Files #22: Bobbing for Cock - Halloween BJ

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

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

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

“Hey, I’m going to take off,” I said.

“Can I get a hug?” he asked slyly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come on, please?” he pleaded again.

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

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

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

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

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

Saturday, October 17, 2009

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

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

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

Dear Ashley,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Take care!

-V


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

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Sexcapade Files #21: Jamaican Rut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

History of a Closet Nympho - Part II

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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