100 (mostly sexual) Things About Me
1. I didn’t lose my virginity until I was 18.
2. I lost it to a one night stand.
3. My second lover was also a one night stand.
4. My first and second lovers had the same name.
5. I met them in the same exact place.
6. They were both 29.
6. Neither used protection.
7. My third lover was my husband.
8. I rarely count oral sex as "sex" since it hasn’t been "traditionally" called sex, although of course it IS.
9. Otherwise, I lost my virginity at 18 by giving oral sex. A lot. For about 9 months. Daily.
10. When that boyfriend broke up with me he called me a bitch.
11. He only tried oral sex on me once for a few minutes but it didn’t do much for me so we never tried it again.
12. The one time we tried to have intercourse we put the condom on him and he immediately went limp, he told me he wasn’t ready.
13. Ever man I’ve ever slept with I’ve slept with within 12 hours of meeting.
14. I’ve slept with 9 or 10 guys.
15. Of those, only a few have been worth it.
16. I had my first gyno appointment when I was 23.
17. I met my husband online.
18. He was married, unseparated.
19. His wife met her future husband online a week before I met my future husband.
20. All the things she hated about him are things I love about him.
21. He told me they didn’t have sex on their wedding night and that should have been a hint as to what the marriage would be.
22. We did not have sex on or wedding night, it was at least 24 hours after the wedding.
23. His first wife was raped.
24. I was molested, and have been physically sexually harassed.
25. Among other things I had oral sex performed on me when I was about 5.
26. Receiving oral sex has never been that pleasant, and I’ve been known to fall asleep.
27. Watching men or women perform oral sex on women in movies is the quickest way to get me off.
28. I like gay porn when the guys are super hot and straight-acting.
29. I like watching men rim other men.
30. Except on rare occasions anal sex has always been fairly traumatic.
31. My favorite part of any porn, but especially anal is watching the insertion, although it’s my least favorite part of experiencing anal.
32. I’ve chosen my dildos to coincide with my husband’s size.
33. One of my earlier lovers (post marriage) saw it and compared it to his own and made fun of it, until I told him how I choose my dildos.
34. He was clearly proud.
35. I loved sucking his cock.
36. He’s the only person I’ve let film me doing anything, namely performing oral sex on him.
37. I wonder if he still has the tape.
38. He was D/s curious and so was I. We never really got to explore it.
39. Back when husband and I were dating we considered having "slave day" wherein one of us would play the other’s D/s slave for the entire day (or until boredom set in).
40. I’ve never been able to bring myself to try it. I’m afraid of what he’d ask me to do.
41. I don’t really want to be the master. But, I think it would be good for me.
42. After spending time with the lover who was interested in D/s I got in the habit of saying "master" a lot. When husband came home from Korea I kept calling him that during sex. He wasn’t interested.
43. I’m spanking curious, too.
44. Husband has spanked me on occasion but doesn’t really care for it and his disinterest is palpable.
45. I love sex stories.
46. I used to write them to release my sexual energy.
47. I still find the way I wrote sex scenes back in the day to be the sexiest stories ever, and love it when I occasionally run across someone who writes like I used to.
48. Throughout my teenage years I used to masturbate to the playboy channel through the squigglies, just like all the teenage boys.
49. My best friend from high school told me she was a lesbian and I was somewhat hurt that she didn’t have a crush on me.
50. I was also pleased not to have that between us, since we were such good friends.
51. We both independently discovered the idea of polyamory, and practice it in different ways.
52. She’s essentially unaware of my open marriage.
53. Most people have no clue.
54. I mentioned it once to my sister, too, but I don’t think she’s really aware of it, either.
55. I’ve never personally asked a guy for sex, except one guy I passed a note to. I never saw him again, even for sex.
56. I’ve met all my lovers online except my very first one.
57. I have ads on several personal sites and have slept with people from only one of them so far.
58. About 90% of the responses I receive are from men who are over 50 or who smoke, neither of which hold much interest for me.
58. The oldest guy I’ve slept with was probably twice my age when I was about 23.
59. He was hot, but not particularly good in bed.
60. I once spent $100 to fly a guy to my home for sex, then paid for his entertainment and board.
61. I’ve refused to pay for sex ever since.
62. I desperately wish I were more orgasmic.
63. I feel angry and cheated when a lover cums without me without consideration to whether I’m done trying or not.
64. No one else has ever given me an orgasm.
65. I only cum through direct clitoral contact and can cum using a vibe or my hand. Nothing else, so far.
66. One of my favorite fantasies involves having one guy fucking me while another tongues my clit. I don’t envision this happening IRL. I also don’t think it would actually get me off.
67. My nipples have always been my least sensitive spot and I’ve never enjoyed having them played with. Until one of my recent lovers spent hours playing with them. Now I enjoy having them touched. I suspect if he were still around to pay them attention they’d become even more sensitive.
68. I’ve always enjoyed the feeling of something scratchy and sandpapery against my nipples.
69. My ears are SUPER sensitive and having them tongued, touched, or sometimes even breathed upon can become too much.
70. I had one lover who discovered this and loved to make me squirm and then shriek from his attention to my ears.
71. I read romance novels, mostly for the sex.
72. I keep my sex toys next to the computer.
73. I had a light above the computer screen but finally got rid of it when I found switching the cord to it and my vibrator was too annoying all the time.
74. I’ve had a decent amount of phone sex and have been known to call and talk to one guy, get off with him, then immediately call another guy to cum with him, too.
75. I love listening to a man breath and moan as his strokes his own cock while on the phone. Being unable to see or feel it, I become focused on the sounds and they become more intense to my ears.
76. There’s a chatroom on yahoo for the sole purpose of listening to guys jack off. I’ve enjoyed that room.
77. I used to cum silently from so many years of masturbating in private when my parents were home.
78. I used to be silent during sex, too.
79. I learned to be more vocal when having phone sex and now I find it hard to shut up, although I’m definitely no screamer.
80. When I was a teenager I used to practice my oral sex technique on pickles.
81. Now I prefer to practice on real life men.
82. I used to be confident in my oral sex abilities, until I discovered how hard it is to get my husband off that way and the fact that he doesn’t like the stuff most guys get off from.
83. When I really have to pee is one of the times I tend to get most turned on, probably something to do with my g-spot.
84. I’ve female-ejaculated twice in my life, once immediately after cumming and once after a particularly vigorous masturbation session with my g-spotter and a night of sleeping. It was NOT pee. I seem to release it only after my body has completely relaxed from cumming.
85. I’ve considered hooking but just don’t think I could get into it. Sometimes I still think I should get paid, especially when I feel more like I’m rendering services than getting serviced.
86. Some of the worst sex of my life has been with the best looking guys.
87. I’ve only slept with one black man and he had a huge cock, it was a one night stand and definitely not worth it.
88. I’ve never slept with an asian man but am attracted to them.
89. I shave my pussy religiously (except lately as I want to try waxing).
90. I don’t like my lovers to shave themselves, just trim. Shaved men looks weird to me and I hate rubbing stubble with my tongue.
91. The tip of my clit is too sensitive to touch.
92.The more I have sex with other men, the more interested in me sexually my husband becomes, although he swears it’s only because I act sexier.
93. I like to buy and wear sexy underwear, but my husband has never been terribly interested in it.
94. My husband has been known to fuck me (without cumming) then send me off to a lover. I’ve never let said lover perform oral sex on me.
95. I’ve only had sex in a car once and it was just a few months ago. I didn’t cum, but I enjoyed it.
96. When I masturbate alone I say all sorts of dirty things to my imaginary lover. I never speak so much in person.
97. I’m a terribly shy person, especially when it comes to sex. I find sexually shy people annoying.
98. There have been a few times after I’ve cum that I’ve become angry and wanted to beat the hell out of my husband, usually when I need to fuck hard and he won’t give it to me so it makes it hard for me to cum and when I do it’s extremely anticlimactic.
99. I haven’t sucked my husband’s cock in far too long. I’m thinking about forcing myself on him for just that purpose. Without worrying if he cums or not!
100. The later I stay up at night, the hornier I get.
Thursday, July 29, 2004
An example of why my sex life sucks....
My husband was laying on the couch. I went over to him straddling his hips as best I could with his somewhat angled position. "Wanna have sex?" I asked him, moving my hips over his. "Eh. I'm not horny." I moved down some, grinding my crotch (still clad in pants) on his leg, then his knee, finding just the right spot to put pressure on my clit. I humped him like a horny dog, while he watched TV, holding his book. He ignored me. I leaned down and licked his ear. He drew away. I tried again and he drew away further. The pressure on my clit was nice, as I continued to rub my crotch on his knee. I tried to kiss his neck and he put his finger in the back of my knee, provoking a very unpleasant tickle response. I stopped trying to kiss him. I continued to rub against him, moaning a little. Finally, I stopped.
"You know, it's only six o'clock," I told him.
He looked at me, confused. "What?"
"Well, you always complain that I wait until you're too tired and it's too late before I want to have sex. And it's nowhere near nine!"
He conceded the point. "Alright, I'll try, I guess," pulling out his limp cock. I frowned.
He kissed me a little then drew back, "how's my breath?"
I shrugged. "No better than my own, I'm sure."
"I have to pee," he told me. I let him up, but he stood nearby still watching the TV. I reached out and grasped his cock in my hand, stroking it to semi-hardness. "That should make it difficult, " I smiled.
He went upstairs and returned several minutes later, as I now sat in front of the computer. "My breath is better now," he said.
"Mine's not."
We kissed some, enjoying each other's mouths for a moment, not particular passionate, but pleasant. Then someone on TV said something about the "anals of history." The kiss broke from laughter. "He DID say anals, right?"
Finally I asked him "Okay, when can we have sex?"
He shrugged, "we'll make a date."
Of course we didn't.
"You know, it's only six o'clock," I told him.
He looked at me, confused. "What?"
"Well, you always complain that I wait until you're too tired and it's too late before I want to have sex. And it's nowhere near nine!"
He conceded the point. "Alright, I'll try, I guess," pulling out his limp cock. I frowned.
He kissed me a little then drew back, "how's my breath?"
I shrugged. "No better than my own, I'm sure."
"I have to pee," he told me. I let him up, but he stood nearby still watching the TV. I reached out and grasped his cock in my hand, stroking it to semi-hardness. "That should make it difficult, " I smiled.
He went upstairs and returned several minutes later, as I now sat in front of the computer. "My breath is better now," he said.
"Mine's not."
We kissed some, enjoying each other's mouths for a moment, not particular passionate, but pleasant. Then someone on TV said something about the "anals of history." The kiss broke from laughter. "He DID say anals, right?"
Finally I asked him "Okay, when can we have sex?"
He shrugged, "we'll make a date."
Of course we didn't.
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So, break out your mean stick and get ready to beat me with it....
Sorry about that to anyone who's ever considered posting and then decided not to thanks to the non-anonymous feature.
So, break out your mean stick and get ready to beat me with it....
Yesterday
I spent a few hours with one of my recent ex-lovers. He and I have worked fairly hard to remain friends. We keep in touch at least once a month and get together a little less often than that just to hang out.
When we ended our sexual relationship it was super hard on me. It was the most incredible sex I'd been a part of and it was horrible knowing it was going to end. He ended it rather cruelly, leaving me for another woman even after promising me he wouldn't be doing that anytime soon. I forgave him it once when the relationship ended with two weeks. The second time, I told him we would NEVER have sex again. Something which hasn't become much of an issue.
Then yesterday we were talking and what we were talking about made me very emotional. He sat next to me and I tried not to cry on his shoulder. By the end of the conversation his hand was on my leg and I was doing my best to ignore the familiar feelings of want and arousal at his touch, though his fingers never moved. It was comforting to have his hands on me again, if only for a moment, non-sexually.
I still want him. So much.
When we ended our sexual relationship it was super hard on me. It was the most incredible sex I'd been a part of and it was horrible knowing it was going to end. He ended it rather cruelly, leaving me for another woman even after promising me he wouldn't be doing that anytime soon. I forgave him it once when the relationship ended with two weeks. The second time, I told him we would NEVER have sex again. Something which hasn't become much of an issue.
Then yesterday we were talking and what we were talking about made me very emotional. He sat next to me and I tried not to cry on his shoulder. By the end of the conversation his hand was on my leg and I was doing my best to ignore the familiar feelings of want and arousal at his touch, though his fingers never moved. It was comforting to have his hands on me again, if only for a moment, non-sexually.
I still want him. So much.
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
Thirsty Wood
I have a new piece of furniture. And armoire. I've been working on restoring it. Trying the easiest things before going on the harder (namely taking off the old finish and putting on a new one). I cleaned it. I tested some wax. I tried lemon oil.
As I was oiling the wood down, I saw the oil practically disappear into the wood as I used a small cloth to wipe it around. Again and again I'd coat the wood in oil only to have it be sucked into the wood. I became less careful about the thin coats of oil I was applying, until my applicator was soaked yellow, dripping oil down my arm.
And suddenly I was transported back to the words of a romance novel I read as a young teenager, which at the time I found silly. The couple in the novel were restoring a very old house with it's antique furniture. The applied oil to the wood, much as I was doing, becoming less cautious as they went along, until finally they began rubbing it all over their bodies, enjoying the slickness. The ended up having hot, slippery sex there on the floor, oil everywhere.
I smiled at the vision, watching rivulets of oil trickle down my arm invitingly. Maybe oil is a lot sexier than I give it credit for.
Just not lemon oil, I think.
As I was oiling the wood down, I saw the oil practically disappear into the wood as I used a small cloth to wipe it around. Again and again I'd coat the wood in oil only to have it be sucked into the wood. I became less careful about the thin coats of oil I was applying, until my applicator was soaked yellow, dripping oil down my arm.
And suddenly I was transported back to the words of a romance novel I read as a young teenager, which at the time I found silly. The couple in the novel were restoring a very old house with it's antique furniture. The applied oil to the wood, much as I was doing, becoming less cautious as they went along, until finally they began rubbing it all over their bodies, enjoying the slickness. The ended up having hot, slippery sex there on the floor, oil everywhere.
I smiled at the vision, watching rivulets of oil trickle down my arm invitingly. Maybe oil is a lot sexier than I give it credit for.
Just not lemon oil, I think.
Monday, July 26, 2004
I took Husband's hand tonight and put it on my panties. I pressed the pads of his fingers against my clit through the material, his fingers relaxed completely as I touched myself using his fingers. He distracted me, talking. I put his fingers directly against my clit, letting them rest there unmoving as we talked. He was distracted. His fingers twitched idly, completely unintentionally. I distracted him more, asking him to sing for me. Louder. His fingers twitched. I laughed, knowing he was blissfully unaware.
I let him in on my secret. His fingers stopped twitching. I let him to go sleep.
I need hands on me.
I let him in on my secret. His fingers stopped twitching. I let him to go sleep.
I need hands on me.
As if on cue, suddenly my sexual prospects are blooming again. Old boyfriends become new again... new boyfriends suddenly appear out of the air. Who knows the possibilities?
No sooner did I idly consider the BJ guy imagining that he was back in town than the tells me he'll be in town for 4 weeks. And did I know any girls who want to be in a threesome? *sigh* No. Did I want to be in a threesome? *sigh* No, not with him, but thanks.... I told him he was having an odd obsession with threesomes (which I knew in the first place) and that since I wasn't into that he might as well find someone else to play that game with. So maybe I'll never see him again.
It's not that I don't understand the obsession, but it doesn't thrill me personally. I commend him on being as single minded as he is. Having been married for god knows how long and finally having the freedom (via divorce) to explore his fantasies has surely given him the drive to make them reality. However. Being so single minded in a goal drives away other possibilities. Sure, the narrow focus will likely bring about the fantasy with greater speed than would otherwise occur... but meanwhile he's missing out on other great sexual encounters he could be enjoying in the meantime. Just because he and I might be fucking doesn't preclude him from searching for his threesome with someone else. But it's like "no, I won't fuck someone unless there's the possibility of a threesome." And that's just not happening with me. So bleh.
Of course, he didn't say all that. It's just the irritating feeling I get from him.
I'm easily irritated sometimes.
No sooner did I idly consider the BJ guy imagining that he was back in town than the tells me he'll be in town for 4 weeks. And did I know any girls who want to be in a threesome? *sigh* No. Did I want to be in a threesome? *sigh* No, not with him, but thanks.... I told him he was having an odd obsession with threesomes (which I knew in the first place) and that since I wasn't into that he might as well find someone else to play that game with. So maybe I'll never see him again.
It's not that I don't understand the obsession, but it doesn't thrill me personally. I commend him on being as single minded as he is. Having been married for god knows how long and finally having the freedom (via divorce) to explore his fantasies has surely given him the drive to make them reality. However. Being so single minded in a goal drives away other possibilities. Sure, the narrow focus will likely bring about the fantasy with greater speed than would otherwise occur... but meanwhile he's missing out on other great sexual encounters he could be enjoying in the meantime. Just because he and I might be fucking doesn't preclude him from searching for his threesome with someone else. But it's like "no, I won't fuck someone unless there's the possibility of a threesome." And that's just not happening with me. So bleh.
Of course, he didn't say all that. It's just the irritating feeling I get from him.
I'm easily irritated sometimes.
Sunday, July 25, 2004
Well, considering how long it's been since I last posted. And the rather rude tone of the last post (which was more... Teasing than rudeness, I swear!) I figured I ought to write a bit about what's going on. Which is to say absolutely nothing.
What was supposed to be a fun sexy vacation to the beach became a fun, not-sexy vacation to the beach. The most exciting part was when we were playing in the waves and the top of my tankini managed to bare my breasts to the world. I didn't even bother to look around to see if anyone noticed. It was funny, more than anything. And VERY quickly remedied. However, it wasn't erotic to me by any means.
By the time we got to the hotel room I was tired from 3 hours of driving and traumatized by my first speeding ticket. Husband was entirely interested in having sex. I couldn't get over how tired and upset I was so I told him to save it for later that night when I'd had time to be sufficiently distracted. So he masturbated... and that was the end of that. Of course, I ended up turning him down again from tiredness later in the evening when I was teasing him a bit and he started to take it seriously. I felt bad but... well... I really felt BAD. The next day was hurried without much time in the hotel, so no sex then either. And no sex since.
It would appear that for the time being my erotic possibilities have shrunk dramatically. It's not that big of a deal for now as my sexual leanings are gradually working their way into hibernation. Not completely, but quite a bit. It's really sad, actually. I miss the complete relaxation and release of a good orgasm with an exciting new guy. But for now I'll content myself with what I have (or in this case don't have).
Now, if the BJ guy from the hotel room would come back into town....
Oh, and I'm all excited to have finally gotten my first comment. :-) Thanks.
What was supposed to be a fun sexy vacation to the beach became a fun, not-sexy vacation to the beach. The most exciting part was when we were playing in the waves and the top of my tankini managed to bare my breasts to the world. I didn't even bother to look around to see if anyone noticed. It was funny, more than anything. And VERY quickly remedied. However, it wasn't erotic to me by any means.
By the time we got to the hotel room I was tired from 3 hours of driving and traumatized by my first speeding ticket. Husband was entirely interested in having sex. I couldn't get over how tired and upset I was so I told him to save it for later that night when I'd had time to be sufficiently distracted. So he masturbated... and that was the end of that. Of course, I ended up turning him down again from tiredness later in the evening when I was teasing him a bit and he started to take it seriously. I felt bad but... well... I really felt BAD. The next day was hurried without much time in the hotel, so no sex then either. And no sex since.
It would appear that for the time being my erotic possibilities have shrunk dramatically. It's not that big of a deal for now as my sexual leanings are gradually working their way into hibernation. Not completely, but quite a bit. It's really sad, actually. I miss the complete relaxation and release of a good orgasm with an exciting new guy. But for now I'll content myself with what I have (or in this case don't have).
Now, if the BJ guy from the hotel room would come back into town....
Oh, and I'm all excited to have finally gotten my first comment. :-) Thanks.
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
My birthday is coming up shortly. It happens to fall on my two days off, so husband and I decided we'd go spend the night on the ocean and then come back home the next evening. As I was trying to pick a hotel he asked "... they have adult movies, right?" Ah, that's my husband.
Back when he was heading for Korea I flew with him to my home town where we stayed for a week with friends. The last night was to be spent in a hotel, having lots and lots of hot monkey sex. With porn. Unfortunately, the hotel we'd planned to stay at was booked up so we ended up nixing that, had SOME not-very-monkey sex and no porn. Kind of a bust for the last time I'd see him in 6 months.
The point is, there's something very sexy about staying in a hotel and watching over-priced porn on a little TV screen.
I hope they do have porn, because I can't wait!
Back when he was heading for Korea I flew with him to my home town where we stayed for a week with friends. The last night was to be spent in a hotel, having lots and lots of hot monkey sex. With porn. Unfortunately, the hotel we'd planned to stay at was booked up so we ended up nixing that, had SOME not-very-monkey sex and no porn. Kind of a bust for the last time I'd see him in 6 months.
The point is, there's something very sexy about staying in a hotel and watching over-priced porn on a little TV screen.
I hope they do have porn, because I can't wait!
Monday, July 12, 2004
Saturday, July 10, 2004
I don't write here as often as I'd hoped. I guess that says something about my sex life, doesn't it?
Frankly, of late my sex life has been rather disappointing. Of the last maybe 5 times I've had sex I've cum once. Foreplay? A thing of the past. Now granted, I haven't been asking for it. But then when I'm begging for sex and being refused on a regular basis I feel lucky to get it when and how I can. Except it doesn't make me feel all that lucky. I get more satisfaction from masturbation.
I *really* need to find someone to help me out with this. I need someone else to touch me in the ways I so desperately need.
But, I'm not looking forward to looking for someone new to sleep with. It's not the chase that excites me, never was. I put up with it. But I'm becoming increasingly unhappy having to do the chasing. I'm getting to the point where I'm about ready to accept that for now, I'm done with my sexual adventures and I'll have to resign myself to my married sex life.
Except that waiter at the dinner theater. It's been a long time since I've been so immediately attracted to any man. He was fine. He makes me want to stay out there....
Frankly, of late my sex life has been rather disappointing. Of the last maybe 5 times I've had sex I've cum once. Foreplay? A thing of the past. Now granted, I haven't been asking for it. But then when I'm begging for sex and being refused on a regular basis I feel lucky to get it when and how I can. Except it doesn't make me feel all that lucky. I get more satisfaction from masturbation.
I *really* need to find someone to help me out with this. I need someone else to touch me in the ways I so desperately need.
But, I'm not looking forward to looking for someone new to sleep with. It's not the chase that excites me, never was. I put up with it. But I'm becoming increasingly unhappy having to do the chasing. I'm getting to the point where I'm about ready to accept that for now, I'm done with my sexual adventures and I'll have to resign myself to my married sex life.
Except that waiter at the dinner theater. It's been a long time since I've been so immediately attracted to any man. He was fine. He makes me want to stay out there....
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
Why I'm Not Getting Laid
It would appear I'm a lot shyer than I like to admit. Okay, actually I readily admit it.
We went to the local super-cool dinner theater. Our server was hot. Somewhere in his 30's I'd guess, lovely dark hair and light eyes. Masculine. Wearing a shirt that showed his dark chest hair. I found my eyes caught on it more than once. Toward the end of the evening I was gazing longingly at him as he talked to the man sitting just beyond us. He looked up at me and I had to force my gaze away. I didn't really look at him the rest of the night.
Of course, there I was with my husband. And a co-worker. And her husband. Not much chance of anything. But it was nice to look at him. I should have kept looking at him. Just a moment or two longer. But I'm sure he guessed that I was interested. How could I not be? He was fine.
Had I been alone... I never would have even had the courage to gaze at him, though.
God damn, I gotta get over that.
We went to the local super-cool dinner theater. Our server was hot. Somewhere in his 30's I'd guess, lovely dark hair and light eyes. Masculine. Wearing a shirt that showed his dark chest hair. I found my eyes caught on it more than once. Toward the end of the evening I was gazing longingly at him as he talked to the man sitting just beyond us. He looked up at me and I had to force my gaze away. I didn't really look at him the rest of the night.
Of course, there I was with my husband. And a co-worker. And her husband. Not much chance of anything. But it was nice to look at him. I should have kept looking at him. Just a moment or two longer. But I'm sure he guessed that I was interested. How could I not be? He was fine.
Had I been alone... I never would have even had the courage to gaze at him, though.
God damn, I gotta get over that.
Thursday, July 01, 2004
Concerns
Yesterday husband and I had sex again. He was going to go take a nap but told me (as he usually does) that I could join him. Which is usually his subtle way of saying he wants to sleep and would prefer the house to be quiet, me included, even if that means I nap with him. We were supposed to go see a movie last night so I wasn't terribly pleased that he'd blow me off to take a nap so I went up to bother him and see if he was really blowing me off or what. And he suggested we have sex and see the movie later.
Oh, yes.
Of course, no foreplay. I got him hard via a teasing hand job but neither of us made a move to mount the other. I rolled onto my stomach and began moving my hips against the bed, partially aroused and partially to GET aroused. Sometimes the phantom fucking gets me hot. By this point I wanted it, although it would have been easy enough to get up and walk away. Finally, I knelt up on all fours (or favorite position) and husband moved behind me. He fucked me good for a while. Even though I wasn't totally aroused I was surprisingly sensitive inside and he was giving it to me just the way I like it, long, fast, hard strokes over and over.
I got no where near cumming but it felt so good to have him fuck me. Eventually I had to ask him to stop because I found my legs were becoming too weak and pained to support me. One of the "benefits" of getting back into exercise. He moved off me and lay on his back. I moved onto my back and started masturbating and he asked me "are you going to masturbate?" I nodded and continued to touch myself. Finally he invited me to move to the edge of the bed and he slid inside. Not the best position for optimal sensation but it was nice having him fuck me. But it ended up being more of a distraction. So we returned to our sides of the bed and began masturbating, watching one another.
Being a porn addicted I pulled out a book and found a phrase that got me hot. I repeated it over and over in my head until I finally came, moaning. Finished, I rolled over to watch husband who was still masturbating. I cupped and rubbed his balls with my hand as he continued sliding his fingers up and down his shaft.
Finally unable to hold back, he shot his load on his stomach and lay breathing heavily. I got him some papertowels and he thanked me for my help. "You always make it better."
After the sex, on the way to the movie we got to talking. I told him I'd put up an ad somewhere in curiosity as to what kind of responses I'd get, maybe taking someone up on the offer. He seemed somewhat displeased commenting, "I'm doing better! What's it been? A whole DAY?" I smiled at that, "last night I was feeling *very* lonely, though." Which was entirely true. He refused me for sex the night before and I'd ended up masturbating on cam with another man.
Finally I told him, "It's not JUST the frequency. I mean, sure we had sex all of about twice last year and I'm desperately afraid we're going to go back to that if I stop sleeping around. But also, I LIKE getting to sleep around. I like getting to try new things and new people." He was quiet a moment then said "well, yeah...." "Besides, I think you should sleep around, too. Not that i feel guilty, but I think you'd like it." "...it's just.... Look, don't do anything with them that you don't do with me, okay?" I agreed, readily. I'll happily try new things with other men, but he doesn't want to be left out of that. Which is fine by me.
But this conversation makes it clear. I really need to be careful or he may end up trying to revoke my privileges and that would NOT be fun.
Oh, yes.
Of course, no foreplay. I got him hard via a teasing hand job but neither of us made a move to mount the other. I rolled onto my stomach and began moving my hips against the bed, partially aroused and partially to GET aroused. Sometimes the phantom fucking gets me hot. By this point I wanted it, although it would have been easy enough to get up and walk away. Finally, I knelt up on all fours (or favorite position) and husband moved behind me. He fucked me good for a while. Even though I wasn't totally aroused I was surprisingly sensitive inside and he was giving it to me just the way I like it, long, fast, hard strokes over and over.
I got no where near cumming but it felt so good to have him fuck me. Eventually I had to ask him to stop because I found my legs were becoming too weak and pained to support me. One of the "benefits" of getting back into exercise. He moved off me and lay on his back. I moved onto my back and started masturbating and he asked me "are you going to masturbate?" I nodded and continued to touch myself. Finally he invited me to move to the edge of the bed and he slid inside. Not the best position for optimal sensation but it was nice having him fuck me. But it ended up being more of a distraction. So we returned to our sides of the bed and began masturbating, watching one another.
Being a porn addicted I pulled out a book and found a phrase that got me hot. I repeated it over and over in my head until I finally came, moaning. Finished, I rolled over to watch husband who was still masturbating. I cupped and rubbed his balls with my hand as he continued sliding his fingers up and down his shaft.
Finally unable to hold back, he shot his load on his stomach and lay breathing heavily. I got him some papertowels and he thanked me for my help. "You always make it better."
After the sex, on the way to the movie we got to talking. I told him I'd put up an ad somewhere in curiosity as to what kind of responses I'd get, maybe taking someone up on the offer. He seemed somewhat displeased commenting, "I'm doing better! What's it been? A whole DAY?" I smiled at that, "last night I was feeling *very* lonely, though." Which was entirely true. He refused me for sex the night before and I'd ended up masturbating on cam with another man.
Finally I told him, "It's not JUST the frequency. I mean, sure we had sex all of about twice last year and I'm desperately afraid we're going to go back to that if I stop sleeping around. But also, I LIKE getting to sleep around. I like getting to try new things and new people." He was quiet a moment then said "well, yeah...." "Besides, I think you should sleep around, too. Not that i feel guilty, but I think you'd like it." "...it's just.... Look, don't do anything with them that you don't do with me, okay?" I agreed, readily. I'll happily try new things with other men, but he doesn't want to be left out of that. Which is fine by me.
But this conversation makes it clear. I really need to be careful or he may end up trying to revoke my privileges and that would NOT be fun.
Saturday, June 26, 2004
Husband's Home
I spent the better part of the day being glad husband was coming home. I was horny and needed a good fucking. Part way through I day I even went into the bathroom and rubbed my clit a little. However, when I moaned just a little too loud for a bathroom with 6 stalls and about 100 lockers I decided that perhaps I wasn't capable of being discrete enough to do it in there. So I stopped.
I went to pick up husband and by the time I got there his flight was delayed almost an hour. So I called a friend and talked to her while I waited. Eventually, 11:30 ticked by and still his plan wasn't listed as landed. 11:39 and still nothing. But I happened to look up at the right moment and there was husband striding down toward baggage claim. Yay! Unfortunately, it then took almost another hour for the baggage to be unloaded. Obviously, by then I was pretty pissed off, although I was really glad to see husband.
Even when I first saw him, he didn't reach for me. After a good half an hour I reached over and hugged him. "You know, you didn't even TRY to hug me, I said." I gazed up at him, my lips soft, head tilted slightly, just a little too close, gazing at him... and he stared at me blankly. Finally he seemed to get the hint and leaned over to give me a peck on the lips.
When we got in the car he leaned toward me but was stopped short by the seatbelt. I smiled at him and drove off into the night. I stopped to pick up some fast food since I'd been waiting for him to have my dinner... which was now late. And he told me "I really just want to go home and play with my wife." I smiled at that, "what? I thought you'd be too tired!"
When we got home we ate and he went to bed, telling me "I'm going to brush my teeth. Then I'm going to bed." I finished my food and turned off the tv to follow. "You don't HAVE to follow me." He said. But of course, I had to get up for work in about 7 hours so I followed.
He made out with me a little and I reached down to hold his cock, still under the covers. He flexed his hips against my hand, and I could feel the skin move over the shaft. He was ready to go. So I moved under the blankets and drew him near. I suggested we try missionary for a bit and he began fucking me fast and hard.
In the near complete darkness I closed my eyes and thought of the man from the hotel room. I imagined him fucking me this way and I met husband's thrusts, taking ever inch of him harder and faster. My mind drifted to other men and I imagined he was yet another lover, pounding away. My hands found the wall and I pushed back hard, keeping myself from moving back between thrusts, giving husband something more solid to pound.
I could feel him getting close, his breathing changing, his thrusts more mindless. I asked him, "do you want to do it doggy style?" He stopped, his breath still coming in gasps. "Yeah." He sat back on his haunches, waiting for me to present. I added a little lube to make the entry a little smoother and he slid into my waiting pussy with little effort. He began fucking me earnestly, then. I moaned.
When it comes to husband he is the master of doggy style. His cock finds all the right places and it's one of the most intense positions he and I have ever found. I started to rub my clit but found that physically I was less into this than I might have liked and there was no chance I was cumming anytime soon. So husband came inside me. I could feel his cock pulsing. He moaned a little, when normally he is all but silent. It was a good one.
When he pulled out and I stood up I felt his cum sliding out of me as I ran to the bathroom to clean up. His cum was coating my thighs in thick ropes. Definately a porn star moment. After I'd wiped myself clean I got back in bed and made out with him some more. Of course, THIS is when I started getting super horny. But we went to sleep, instead.
I still can't believe he came to me for sex. It's the first time in... I don't know how long. Just the thought is making my pussy swell. Oh, my.
I went to pick up husband and by the time I got there his flight was delayed almost an hour. So I called a friend and talked to her while I waited. Eventually, 11:30 ticked by and still his plan wasn't listed as landed. 11:39 and still nothing. But I happened to look up at the right moment and there was husband striding down toward baggage claim. Yay! Unfortunately, it then took almost another hour for the baggage to be unloaded. Obviously, by then I was pretty pissed off, although I was really glad to see husband.
Even when I first saw him, he didn't reach for me. After a good half an hour I reached over and hugged him. "You know, you didn't even TRY to hug me, I said." I gazed up at him, my lips soft, head tilted slightly, just a little too close, gazing at him... and he stared at me blankly. Finally he seemed to get the hint and leaned over to give me a peck on the lips.
When we got in the car he leaned toward me but was stopped short by the seatbelt. I smiled at him and drove off into the night. I stopped to pick up some fast food since I'd been waiting for him to have my dinner... which was now late. And he told me "I really just want to go home and play with my wife." I smiled at that, "what? I thought you'd be too tired!"
When we got home we ate and he went to bed, telling me "I'm going to brush my teeth. Then I'm going to bed." I finished my food and turned off the tv to follow. "You don't HAVE to follow me." He said. But of course, I had to get up for work in about 7 hours so I followed.
He made out with me a little and I reached down to hold his cock, still under the covers. He flexed his hips against my hand, and I could feel the skin move over the shaft. He was ready to go. So I moved under the blankets and drew him near. I suggested we try missionary for a bit and he began fucking me fast and hard.
In the near complete darkness I closed my eyes and thought of the man from the hotel room. I imagined him fucking me this way and I met husband's thrusts, taking ever inch of him harder and faster. My mind drifted to other men and I imagined he was yet another lover, pounding away. My hands found the wall and I pushed back hard, keeping myself from moving back between thrusts, giving husband something more solid to pound.
I could feel him getting close, his breathing changing, his thrusts more mindless. I asked him, "do you want to do it doggy style?" He stopped, his breath still coming in gasps. "Yeah." He sat back on his haunches, waiting for me to present. I added a little lube to make the entry a little smoother and he slid into my waiting pussy with little effort. He began fucking me earnestly, then. I moaned.
When it comes to husband he is the master of doggy style. His cock finds all the right places and it's one of the most intense positions he and I have ever found. I started to rub my clit but found that physically I was less into this than I might have liked and there was no chance I was cumming anytime soon. So husband came inside me. I could feel his cock pulsing. He moaned a little, when normally he is all but silent. It was a good one.
When he pulled out and I stood up I felt his cum sliding out of me as I ran to the bathroom to clean up. His cum was coating my thighs in thick ropes. Definately a porn star moment. After I'd wiped myself clean I got back in bed and made out with him some more. Of course, THIS is when I started getting super horny. But we went to sleep, instead.
I still can't believe he came to me for sex. It's the first time in... I don't know how long. Just the thought is making my pussy swell. Oh, my.
Thursday, June 24, 2004
2nd trip to the same guy
Tonight I went to visit the man in the hotel, again. This time he messaged me very early in the morning and told me he was flying out in a few hours, did I want to come play? Of course I wanted to come play! Alas, he was still enamored of having me suck in him on cam so I didn’t end up getting to play with him (or be played with by him) all that much. In fact, as I try to remember I don’t think he even touched me at all.
However, this time we were somewhat more talkative and friendly which was pleasant. I sucked him for a good long time until my mouth started getting tired and I had to take a short break. I mentioned this to him and he told me he could tell as my teeth were starting to come out a bit. Oops. Obviously, I need to get more practice in order to strengthen those muscles!
Eventually, I asked him if he wanted to have sex and he considered momentarily but told me that really he just wanted to cum since I was obviously uncomfortable having sex on cam. So, I let him. And of course this time I was somewhat more selfish about it and when he started to cum I kept him in my mouth, letting his cum pool on my tongue. But there was a show to put on for the cam and I know some men are into seeing their cum shoot out of their cocks onto breasts so I let his cock slip from my mouth and his cum shot on my chin and down to my neck and tits. After he finished cumming I sucked him clean (maybe just a moment too long for the sensitivity that comes after an orgasm) and then wiped myself up.
He commented on the fact that I kept him in my mouth longer this time. I can’t help but wonder why I didn’t tell him then “it’s because your cum tastes really good! I almost swallowed it all!” but instead just nodded and turned back to getting dressed.
I still wish I’d had the experience of properly fucking him, off camera. I never got to run my fingers over his skin or taste his lips. I never got to experience what his kisses were like. Maybe he was a great kisser. I’ll never know that. This isn’t to say I regret only giving him the blow jobs. That was fun. Definitely an experience I felt like I should have... but it would be nice if he’d be around longer.
Earlier, as I leaned back, resting my jaw and watching him sitting in his chair, mostly relaxed, gently stroking his cock I was so turned on. Here was this hot man, hard from my ministrations, my saliva still coating his cock... and he was waiting for me. Oh, YES.
I loved getting to suck that cock the second time. Much as my male friend whom I allowed to watch on cam said that this guy was lucky... I admit some sense of feeling lucky to be allowed to suck his cock. Will I ever meet a guy with cum that’s so wonderful that it’s practically like candy to me? I hated to waste it! I almost should have started scooping it up off my tits for just that reason... but there’s something a little too porn-star about that to me.
Mmm. I miss his cock already!
However, this time we were somewhat more talkative and friendly which was pleasant. I sucked him for a good long time until my mouth started getting tired and I had to take a short break. I mentioned this to him and he told me he could tell as my teeth were starting to come out a bit. Oops. Obviously, I need to get more practice in order to strengthen those muscles!
Eventually, I asked him if he wanted to have sex and he considered momentarily but told me that really he just wanted to cum since I was obviously uncomfortable having sex on cam. So, I let him. And of course this time I was somewhat more selfish about it and when he started to cum I kept him in my mouth, letting his cum pool on my tongue. But there was a show to put on for the cam and I know some men are into seeing their cum shoot out of their cocks onto breasts so I let his cock slip from my mouth and his cum shot on my chin and down to my neck and tits. After he finished cumming I sucked him clean (maybe just a moment too long for the sensitivity that comes after an orgasm) and then wiped myself up.
He commented on the fact that I kept him in my mouth longer this time. I can’t help but wonder why I didn’t tell him then “it’s because your cum tastes really good! I almost swallowed it all!” but instead just nodded and turned back to getting dressed.
I still wish I’d had the experience of properly fucking him, off camera. I never got to run my fingers over his skin or taste his lips. I never got to experience what his kisses were like. Maybe he was a great kisser. I’ll never know that. This isn’t to say I regret only giving him the blow jobs. That was fun. Definitely an experience I felt like I should have... but it would be nice if he’d be around longer.
Earlier, as I leaned back, resting my jaw and watching him sitting in his chair, mostly relaxed, gently stroking his cock I was so turned on. Here was this hot man, hard from my ministrations, my saliva still coating his cock... and he was waiting for me. Oh, YES.
I loved getting to suck that cock the second time. Much as my male friend whom I allowed to watch on cam said that this guy was lucky... I admit some sense of feeling lucky to be allowed to suck his cock. Will I ever meet a guy with cum that’s so wonderful that it’s practically like candy to me? I hated to waste it! I almost should have started scooping it up off my tits for just that reason... but there’s something a little too porn-star about that to me.
Mmm. I miss his cock already!
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
Finally, something meaningless!
Husband is out of town for 5 days so I thought this would be the perfect time to play, conveniently. Guilt-free and all that. Except the whole sick/period thing. Well. I'm feeling better. Still bleeding, but my throat FEELS miraculously cured. THANK GOD.
So, I decided to go looking around online for some fun. AFF gave me a VERY local man who has potential for the sheer fact that he's NOT repulsive to me and he's extremely local. I also happened across a guy from the south west who's looking for a girl in this port of call for his monthly trips. Monthly? Eh.
I ended up visiting yahoo and coming across a guy from New Mexico who's here on business so, for the first time ever, I messanged a guy first curious of this was the same guy. And one thing led to another and I offered to come suck his cock for him. Mostly because I felt like doing SOMETHING and he happened to be available, and because I felt like I desperately needed something to write about. It's been so long!
So, I drove out to see him and he had to let me into the hotel so my first view of him was through the glass doors. Shorter than I expected, maybe two inches shorter than me in my shoes so probably an inch shorter than me barefoot. And handsome as hell. Rather took my breath away for him to be as damned good looking as he was. One of the best looking men I've had the opportunity to spend erotic time with.
We went to his room and went to the bathroom (as I so desperately needed to do by then) and then sat down in the bed. He wanted to put on a show for a few of his web "friends" which I knew before hand, so he set them all up and then asked me "so... what do you want to do?" I stared at him looking rather a lot like a deer in headlights and mumbled something about "sitting here being embarrassed" and he took matters into his own hands and started to get undressed. "It's too bad you're shy" I giggled. Finally, naked and absolutely hard, he sat down and looked expectantly at me. So I took off my shirt and bra and knelt down in front of him. And without much further ado, I started sucking his cock.
I must interrupt this part of the story with a short lesson. Before I left I asked him "when's the last time you washed?" He responded that he would make sure to do that shortly before I arrived. Okay, no problem. However, once I got down there I had to wonder what exactly he washed. Therefore, let me be the one to inform the men of the world if you want your cock sucked: wash your balls, your taint (bridge of sighs... whatever), and your ass, too, even if you don't expect them to be tongued, touched, or otherwise involved they do, in fact, collect body odor which can be VERY unpleasant.
I sucked him for a good long time and delighted in the fact that he was so close to cumming the whole time. I brought him to the brink a few times and had the pleasure of causing him to leak little bits of seminal fluid. I've never had a guy get quite THAT close. I usually stop well before that point if I'm teasing them, so the trickle of whitish fluid was a delightful surprise. I delicately licked it off the tip of his cock, and finding it all but tasteless devoured him and attempted to get more and more of that lovely fluid to seep forth.
Eventually it was getting harder and harder to keep him from cumming so I asked him where he wanted to cum and he agreed that my tits would be a good place. So I sucked him until he started cumming in my mouth and then directed his cock toward my chest. He came copious amounts. And, for the first time in what seems like FOREVER I found myself somewhat disappointed that I DIDN'T let him cum in my mouth, because his cum is some of the mildest most pleasant tasting cum I've happened across. I ended up cleaning the drippings off his cock just to check and make sure I was actually right. Sure enough. Good stuff.
Having his cum on myself I eventually cleaned it off and went to the bathroom to wash my hands. I got dressed and put my things away. I asked him if he was planning to do this again with anyone else while he was in the area and offered him a few condoms just in case. He took one. Then I let him know "hey, I'm free tomorrow, too. So you know... No pressure... but...." He was quite a moment and then told me that he didn't know when his meetings would be. I agreed "hey, no problem. Like I said. No pressure. But I'll be around. You're a really good looking guy...." And then I got ready to leave. I turned to kiss him, as I naturally tend to do but jerked involuntarily as I remembered that I hadn't kissed him once the whole time and it probably wouldn't be welcome now that he'd cum in my mouth. He didn't seem to notice and hugged me and I left.
So now I'm home and well ready for bed. I suspect it's too much to hope for, but I'd be oh-so-happy if he'd give me a ring or a message tomorrow and invite me back. Even if I can't fuck him I had SUCH a wonderful time sucking him. I'd love to have the opportunity without the hours of build up. To actually take him, via my mouth and hands, from something resembling softness to that orgasm. To learn, better, what makes him tick and to bring him even more pleasure.
I'm not sure I was able to make it really clear to him how into him I really was. And am. He's a good looking guy with a cock shaped and sized perfectly for me to suck all day (and it's not small, I swear), and cum that I find absolutely palatable. I'm really disappointed he's only around for business for a bit. I could get really into him. Not fall in love, I think, but fall in love with his body and all the things I'd absolutely love to do it!
So, I decided to go looking around online for some fun. AFF gave me a VERY local man who has potential for the sheer fact that he's NOT repulsive to me and he's extremely local. I also happened across a guy from the south west who's looking for a girl in this port of call for his monthly trips. Monthly? Eh.
I ended up visiting yahoo and coming across a guy from New Mexico who's here on business so, for the first time ever, I messanged a guy first curious of this was the same guy. And one thing led to another and I offered to come suck his cock for him. Mostly because I felt like doing SOMETHING and he happened to be available, and because I felt like I desperately needed something to write about. It's been so long!
So, I drove out to see him and he had to let me into the hotel so my first view of him was through the glass doors. Shorter than I expected, maybe two inches shorter than me in my shoes so probably an inch shorter than me barefoot. And handsome as hell. Rather took my breath away for him to be as damned good looking as he was. One of the best looking men I've had the opportunity to spend erotic time with.
We went to his room and went to the bathroom (as I so desperately needed to do by then) and then sat down in the bed. He wanted to put on a show for a few of his web "friends" which I knew before hand, so he set them all up and then asked me "so... what do you want to do?" I stared at him looking rather a lot like a deer in headlights and mumbled something about "sitting here being embarrassed" and he took matters into his own hands and started to get undressed. "It's too bad you're shy" I giggled. Finally, naked and absolutely hard, he sat down and looked expectantly at me. So I took off my shirt and bra and knelt down in front of him. And without much further ado, I started sucking his cock.
I must interrupt this part of the story with a short lesson. Before I left I asked him "when's the last time you washed?" He responded that he would make sure to do that shortly before I arrived. Okay, no problem. However, once I got down there I had to wonder what exactly he washed. Therefore, let me be the one to inform the men of the world if you want your cock sucked: wash your balls, your taint (bridge of sighs... whatever), and your ass, too, even if you don't expect them to be tongued, touched, or otherwise involved they do, in fact, collect body odor which can be VERY unpleasant.
I sucked him for a good long time and delighted in the fact that he was so close to cumming the whole time. I brought him to the brink a few times and had the pleasure of causing him to leak little bits of seminal fluid. I've never had a guy get quite THAT close. I usually stop well before that point if I'm teasing them, so the trickle of whitish fluid was a delightful surprise. I delicately licked it off the tip of his cock, and finding it all but tasteless devoured him and attempted to get more and more of that lovely fluid to seep forth.
Eventually it was getting harder and harder to keep him from cumming so I asked him where he wanted to cum and he agreed that my tits would be a good place. So I sucked him until he started cumming in my mouth and then directed his cock toward my chest. He came copious amounts. And, for the first time in what seems like FOREVER I found myself somewhat disappointed that I DIDN'T let him cum in my mouth, because his cum is some of the mildest most pleasant tasting cum I've happened across. I ended up cleaning the drippings off his cock just to check and make sure I was actually right. Sure enough. Good stuff.
Having his cum on myself I eventually cleaned it off and went to the bathroom to wash my hands. I got dressed and put my things away. I asked him if he was planning to do this again with anyone else while he was in the area and offered him a few condoms just in case. He took one. Then I let him know "hey, I'm free tomorrow, too. So you know... No pressure... but...." He was quite a moment and then told me that he didn't know when his meetings would be. I agreed "hey, no problem. Like I said. No pressure. But I'll be around. You're a really good looking guy...." And then I got ready to leave. I turned to kiss him, as I naturally tend to do but jerked involuntarily as I remembered that I hadn't kissed him once the whole time and it probably wouldn't be welcome now that he'd cum in my mouth. He didn't seem to notice and hugged me and I left.
So now I'm home and well ready for bed. I suspect it's too much to hope for, but I'd be oh-so-happy if he'd give me a ring or a message tomorrow and invite me back. Even if I can't fuck him I had SUCH a wonderful time sucking him. I'd love to have the opportunity without the hours of build up. To actually take him, via my mouth and hands, from something resembling softness to that orgasm. To learn, better, what makes him tick and to bring him even more pleasure.
I'm not sure I was able to make it really clear to him how into him I really was. And am. He's a good looking guy with a cock shaped and sized perfectly for me to suck all day (and it's not small, I swear), and cum that I find absolutely palatable. I'm really disappointed he's only around for business for a bit. I could get really into him. Not fall in love, I think, but fall in love with his body and all the things I'd absolutely love to do it!
Sunday, June 20, 2004
What a terrible week.
I've been really sick the last few weeks. Especially the last week. Throat infection. I have medication. It really sucks. So, without kisses or foreplay, husband and I had sex last night. I wanted to please him before he goes off for a week on business so I broke out the lube and rode him for a few minutes.
I then suggested he try bracing his feet on the bed and thrusting upward. He was rather somewhat confused by this momentarily "the angle is all wrong!" but when I stopped leaning off to the side (for a reason that was apparent at the time) he was greatly pleased by this "new" way of doing things, for a few minutes.
Then off into doggy style, the old standby, which I greatly enjoy and his best position for cumming. Not to mention it was really hot and that minimized contact. So he fucked me from behind and that felt very nice. I was no where near cumming the entire time, but I savored the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me knowing how much I'd miss that feeling in the week he's away.
I'm really not sure what to do with myself this week. I have so much opportunity to find someone to fuck who ISN'T husband... and yet I'm really sick to the point that I can't even stand to swallow, eat, or drink, until the Motrin has taken the edge off my pain. Probably not something to entice a lover. Of course, thanks to the pain I'm absolutely NOT horny at all and haven't masturbated in at least a week. It's almost enough to make my crazy, but physically I'm just not up for it. Sleep. Lots and lots of sleep.
How disappointed can I be?
I then suggested he try bracing his feet on the bed and thrusting upward. He was rather somewhat confused by this momentarily "the angle is all wrong!" but when I stopped leaning off to the side (for a reason that was apparent at the time) he was greatly pleased by this "new" way of doing things, for a few minutes.
Then off into doggy style, the old standby, which I greatly enjoy and his best position for cumming. Not to mention it was really hot and that minimized contact. So he fucked me from behind and that felt very nice. I was no where near cumming the entire time, but I savored the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me knowing how much I'd miss that feeling in the week he's away.
I'm really not sure what to do with myself this week. I have so much opportunity to find someone to fuck who ISN'T husband... and yet I'm really sick to the point that I can't even stand to swallow, eat, or drink, until the Motrin has taken the edge off my pain. Probably not something to entice a lover. Of course, thanks to the pain I'm absolutely NOT horny at all and haven't masturbated in at least a week. It's almost enough to make my crazy, but physically I'm just not up for it. Sleep. Lots and lots of sleep.
How disappointed can I be?
Monday, June 14, 2004
More Boring Than I Planned
Once again I decided NOT to go see MW. I basically told him he made me feel like maybe I was just a body to him and how little that appealed to me to not feel wanted, personally. So he's made SOMETHING of an effort. However, I teasingly asked him if he wanted me to go come over and give him a blowjob and he took me up on it. I seriously considered it but when I suggested I ought to shave and shower before coming over he asked me "you're just going to give me a blowjob, right?" Ah. Nevermind. I mean, sure I love a good BJ and there are occasional times when I'm happy to hand them out like candy... but they're fairly few and far between. And especially lately I've learned that I really expect some kind of reciprocation, even not of the oral variety. So nevermind. I don't want to leave there feeling used or frustrated. So I'll sit here quietly.
However, I went and bought us some broadband internet, finally. Yes, we've escaped the caves. The first thing I did was download the Paris Hilton sex tape. So now I've seen it. I know, I'm very far behind. So I watched the 37 minute version of it. And I must say... she's kind of boring. You really don't get the feeling she's that into it. He certainly is, though! Watching them having sex I couldn't help but worry that I'm like she is in bed. Probably enjoying the hell out of it but very quiet. I've resolved to get a little more passionate. I won't be mistaken for only kind of having a good time.
Which isn't to say I intend to suddenly and inexplicably become a screamer. But I fully intend to make my pleasure more known.
However, I went and bought us some broadband internet, finally. Yes, we've escaped the caves. The first thing I did was download the Paris Hilton sex tape. So now I've seen it. I know, I'm very far behind. So I watched the 37 minute version of it. And I must say... she's kind of boring. You really don't get the feeling she's that into it. He certainly is, though! Watching them having sex I couldn't help but worry that I'm like she is in bed. Probably enjoying the hell out of it but very quiet. I've resolved to get a little more passionate. I won't be mistaken for only kind of having a good time.
Which isn't to say I intend to suddenly and inexplicably become a screamer. But I fully intend to make my pleasure more known.
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