Another Sex Blog

It’s happened. I saw a profile of a guy I know.

Of course, I looked at his profile, which means if he looks, he’ll see me in the list of people who have looked at his profile.

I think guys look at that list more than girls do, but I’m not sure. I generally don’t look. I get enough email as it is and don’t need to go emailing people myself. And I’m vain! I don’t want to know who it is who’s looked at my profile and decided NOT to contact me! LOL! Yeah, I do laugh at myself sometimes.

So… this guy that I know. I know his whole family. He has a brother who I wouldn’t be at all surprised to see here and I would definitely say something to him if I saw *him* here. We’d laugh about it! But, the brother I actually did see? I’m pretty sure he’d be embarrassed that I saw it. AND he’d be embarrassed to know that I knew he’d read MY profile. Or seen my picture.

Oh, I also found out that one of my coworkers has a brother who has a profile on here as a couple with his wife. The wife being of the brother that is. Not the coworker. Which would make a much more interesting story, come to think of it.

So, I don’t know this is weird. He has a typo in his profile and one of his photos doesn’t show him at his best. He’s more attractive in real life. But, I can’t tell him any of this because I can’t tell him I saw him.

I think this might sound like I’m fretting about it more than I am. I actually find it very amusing. Bizarre, but amusing.

My Huh? post has been STOLEN by another blogger.

And SHE has **42** comments on it.

OMG. I am soooo pissed! *I* wrote that!!!!

I don’t even know for sure if I’m more upset that it was stolen or if I’m jealous of her comments.

Now I’m just sad. And pouty.

Wow, lots of emotions for just a few minutes from the time I discovered it, through reporting it, through posting here.

Yeah, I think it’s the comments.

I feel unloved.

My friend’s description of me has outed me.

Uh, no, not about the part that I live at home with my mom. Yes, I AM a 31 year old single librarian living at home with her mother. Got a problem with that? Ok… anyway….

I like THIN men. I am super picky about this and I also feel horribly guilty about it. I feel un-feminist.

All these years, women have been complaining about men judging them on their body type. About how the average woman is a size X (don’t know what it is, actually) and not built like a model. And I’ve seen this happen myself. I have a great friend who is, to be honest, overweight. It’s not a secret. She’s actively trying to lose weight. And she *has* lost LOTS of weight in the last two years. She is kick ass hysterical and witty and bright. She’s into sports AND she’s “girly” in the way guys usually like women to be. But most guys aren’t interested in her that way. Because of her weight. Even guys who themselves could stand to lose quite a few.

So, I really feel bad for judging someone based on their body. For some reason, if I’m not attracted to someone’s face I don’t feel guilty. That seems much more of a to-each-one’s-own thing. See, I’m petite. I’m NOT rail thin. I don’t even have a flat stomach. But I am a size 2 or 4 in clothing. I’m about 5′3″. I weigh about 118 lbs. (I’m not absolutely positive about the height and my weight varies by a couple of pounds depending on the day.) And I like guys without, well, flab. I can’t think of a more polite way to put it.

This is not fair on so many levels. I’ve already gone over the we shouldn’t judge women so if I judge men I’m an anti-feminist one. Then there’s the fact that I do have *some* flab. I mean, you can definitely grab onto my stomach or my butt. I like to say that women should be squishy, though. Men don’t have to be *hard* — well, ahem, they DO but THAT’S not what I’m talking about here. They can be soft. But not squishy. (I also like to say that I can’t lose the fat I do have because I’m diabetic and it’s much easier to stick a needle in when you’ve got a bit of fat to grab on to!)

I think, but I’m not really sure, that I’d be more likely to consider a larger guy if I were looking for a boyfriend. Or whatever a boyfriend/girlfriend is called once you’re over 30. Actually, yeah, I am pretty sure that’s true. I’ve had crushes on guys who were bigger than what my fantasy guy is like. I digress…

For sex. That’s different. I mean, c’mon, isn’t it? There’s a certain look that turns each of us on. And while I do believe that there IS a universal beauty. There are people who the vast majority of other people will say IS or IS NOT attractive, there’s a huge amount of variety, too. I was going to give an example of a guy everyone thinks is gorgeous but who I don’t. And my mind has gone blank. I can only think of the opposite. Steven Tyler. Even now at his current age. OMG. LOVE him. House M.D. Completely adore him. uhm… **mind wandering** What was my point?

So. THAT is one of the two major reasons I don’t reply or am not interested in someone. Does everyone know what the Body Mass Index (BM is? Your BMI is your weight in pounds (for us Americans) multiplied by 703, then divide that number by the square of your height in inches. If that’s too complicated and you are actually interested in this, search for BMI calculator. That’ll get you a link to a page that will calculate it for you. Anyway. “Normal” is 18.5 - 24.9. And that seems about right for what I know about guys’ heights and weights and what I find attractive.

OTOH, there’s this guy I know who I’m absolutely crazy about and I’ll bet his BMI is over 24.9. So, what do I know?

I just got an email from a friend of mine who has a cousin who wants to fix me up with one of her friends. Wow, that sounds much more confusing than it really is.

Me <---> Friend <---> Cousin <---> Cousin’s Friend

So, Cousin asked Friend what I’d look for in a guy. Cousin knows me as an acquaintance and just had a feeling that this guy and me would be a good match.

Friend writes a description of me, which she passed on to me for my approval. I was amazed. She described me better than I could have. So, I thought I’d share…

Physically, she seems to be attracted to pretty thin, lanky type of guys - not really into the burly, teddy bear type. They’d have to be pretty intellectual - she’s a librarian and an avid reader. Poor grammar and spelling drives her crazy and she’s very witty and silly at times (like the rest of us) - they would need to appreciate that. And I hate to sound brash by saying this but I couldn’t describe [her] without mentioning her interest in and openness with sexuality. They’d have to be comfortable with that too. She does live at home with her mom and sister (they can’t be bothered by that), she loves kids (she’s over at [friends of ours] all the time to see [their daughters].) and she did recently quit smoking which we are all very proud of. She’s also a bit of an introvert favoring small groups versus large parties and not a big fan of the telephone - prefers e-mail and text messaging to phone conversations.

I’m still in shock at how well she described me. I mean, I’ve known her for, oh, almost 20 years. But still.

… on how to make AnoherSexBlogger cum:

Nipples. My nipples are key. Play with them. Roll them between your fingers. Lick them, suck them, gently bite them. Flick your tongue over them. Have I gotten my point across? My nipples are like magic ‘on’ buttons.

Talk dirty to me. TELL me what you’re going to do to me. Or have me do to you. Tell me if you like what I’m doing. Tell me what you wish you could do to me or have me do. Call me names — whore, cumslut, bitch — be creative.

Cum in my mouth. Ok, I realize this isn’t always convenient, depending on what’s going on when you’re ready to cum. And just cumming in my mouth isn’t going to make me cum all by itself. But if I’m close, this can push me over the edge.

Let me be on top. Or bent over something — a bed, a couch, a table — while you fuck me from behind.

A vibrator? Actually, I’ve never tried this. But, I assume using a vibrator on my clit *with* a guy would work just as well as when I use it *alone*.

MAYBE oral sex. Most of the time, though, no. I’ll explain. C’mon you knew I couldn’t write just a simple list, didn’t you? If a guy goes down on me I spend way too much effort worrying to ever relax enough to cum. I worry that he finds it distasteful (no pun intended?) and is just doing it because “everyone knows” that all women like it. I worry that it’s taking too long for me to cum so he’s getting tired. It all boils down to, I don’t believe he really WANTS to be eating me. And that makes me not be able to relax. HOWEVER — there was one guy I dated who convinced me that he actually liked it. He made me feel like *I* was doing *him* a favor by letting him do it. (Which, actually, IS how I felt about it.) And OMG he made me cum. Hard. Yeah, I had no problem whatsoever letting him do THAT again. Another guy recently accomplished the same thing. Anyway, I asked my ex once exactly what it was he did down there that worked. Cuz, really, I couldn’t tell. Since this is a cheatsheet, I’ll pass on what he said. He said he would get my clit between his teeth — YES, his teeth — and flick back and forth with his tongue. He’d tease me by being rhythmic and then change the rhythm and finally just continue at a rhythm until I came.

Don’t STOP! See, if a woman says “Don’t stop,” she means it. She doesn’t mean “go faster.” Or “change the pace of what you’re doing.” Or “harder.” Or “softer.” She means “KEEP DOING EXACTLY WHAT YOU’RE DOING!” Even if you feel like you’re about to pass out. Or cramp up. Just a few more seconds. Maybe a minute. Ok? Please? Thanks.

Did I mention my nipples?

Tell me if I have to be quiet. I’m noisy. Most of the time. Grunts and moans. I’ve had guys suddenly cover my mouth to make me be quiet, which *does* shut me up — because then I feel like I’m supposed to be ashamed. Which just turns me off. I know that’s irrational. It’s usually just that I didn’t realize they don’t want their neighbor or roommate or, I don’t know, dog to hear us having sex. The point being, just let me know if I have to be quiet; don’t panic and cover my mouth. Which reminds me of another point…

Do not be ashamed of having sex with me. Or, at the very least, try to hide it from me. So you met me on a sex site? So what? Don’t create these obstacles to get around just to ensure that no one could possibly see us together. (Notice that on my profile I do NOT list “discrete relationships” as something I’m looking for.) If someone does see us and wants to know who I am, I’m someone you met online. What’s the big deal? Because if you *are* ashamed to be seen with me, I can’t help but take that as a judgment of me personally. That you wouldn’t want to be associated with someone who LOOKS like me, mainly. And that makes me think that you want to have sex only because you want to have sex and not because you want to have sex with ME. Which leads to…

Be turned on by me. Yup. It’s totally circular, but if you’re turned on my ME then I’LL be turned on and be much more likely to cum.

Be rough as opposed to gentle. I want to feel like I’m being used. For your pleasure. I want to feel like, of course you’re a nice guy, but you’re so turned on that you just can’t help yourself. You HAVE to have me. Now. THIS way. (Whichever way “this” is.)

Dominate me. (Ack, I can’t help myself… which would make you “dominaNT” not “dominaTE”. Ok. End of spelling lesson.) Same reasons as above I think. Not that reasons really matter. Tell me what to do. Tell me if I’m doing something wrong or you want something done differently. (Tell me if I’m doing good, too! There’s something about being told “Good girl” in a sexual situation that really gets to me.) MAKE me be your slut. (Ahem, in case it’s not obvious, I don’t mean REAL force here. BDSM usually involves safe words and if we were to really be getting into the kind of thing where “no” doesn’t mean “no” then I’d negotiate safe words. For general play, though, an annoyed “cut it out!” from me usually works.)

Ok. That’s enough. That should do it. If I keep typing I’ll end up getting into specific fantasies, which was not the point of this post.

Please print out and post next to the furniture of your choice for fucking. Review frequently. You will be tested on this material at a later time.

One of my fantasies is for a guy to share me with his friends. That happened, kind of, last night, as you can read about in my last post. But, that part isn’t what I wanted to write about — to explain — today.

A lot of guys find that to be a huge turn off. (And there might be someone out there who thinks this is specifically about him. FYI, it’s not. I’m just talking about a log of guys out there, in general.)

They wouldn’t want the girl that they’re with to be fucking other men. They wouldn’t want her to want to be fucking other men.

But there ARE guys out there who, like me, find it to be a turn on. For the majority of you who don’t, I just wanted to point that out.

WHY would *I* want to be shared like that? It’s a huge turn on for me for a guy to be, in turn, turned on by my sex drive and, in my fantasies anyway, my sexual talents. So, really, there’s two aspects to it. It’s the idea that I’m SO great that I have to be shared. AND it’s the idea that he gets hard thinking about my insatiable desire.

TOTAL tangent: Insatiable. Great porn movie, IMHO. The pool table scene especially. Ok, end of tangent.

Simply, it really turns me on if a guy is turned on by my raging libido. If a guy is turned ON by my wanting to have lots of sex with lots of men. And if that’s a turn OFF for you, then we’re not meant to be together, are we? No, we’re not. It would be like two Dominants trying to get together. Or two Subs. It might work for a little while, or occassionally, but in the end everyone would be disappointed.

I don’t know how to better explain it, but for whatever reason, today I was inspired to try.

It’s weird to be reporting on a date (as I refer to the meetings I’ve had with people from Adult FriendFinder) knowing that said date is going to be reading this blog later. I actually told him I’d be blogging about tonight and he didn’t seem to have a problem with it. He said he was curious to find out how he rated.

So, this guy… I need to come up with a moniker for him. I am so not creative that way. Uhmmm…. ok, I’m going to call him Cx, which makes sense to me, but likely doesn’t to anyone else.

I responded to him originally because he has an incredibly awesome profile. And his photos indicated a great body. Which I’m particularly particular about. Not to spoil the ending, but it turns out he’s much hotter in real life.

Took us a while and a few mixups before we found a time to meet. Nice neutral public place. And the first time I’ve met someone sans alcohol. We chatted. He asked me a bit about my experiences on here which I started to tell him about. Then he asked if I found it hard to talk about. Oddly, I had forgotten to be embarrassed at all until he said that. Then I was. My headline, or whatever it’s called, on my profile is “blushing slut.” Or something similar to that. I don’t know if I blush or not, but I often feel like I’m blushing when I talk about sex. No, when I talk about sex and my own personal experiences, I mean. Not about the topic in general. Then somehow it was clear that it was time to go back to his place which was nearby.

He had a guest staying at his apartment who was there in the front room on the couch. I think he was watching tv, but I’m not sure. We went straight into Cx’s room. I felt kind of awkward. I mean, it was obvious what I was there for. What we were both there for, but it’s the beginning that’s difficult. IMO. I’m kind of wondering now as I write this if I remember everything the same way that Cx remembers it. Note that I don’t imply that either one of us remembers it more correctly than the other. But, that’s a whole ‘nother philosophical discussion. I don’t know nearly enough about quantum physics to get into that.

So, I kissed him. And we kissed and groped a bit. He asked me what I wanted. I don’t know if he was just used to asking girls that or if he was trying to get me to SAY what I wanted… which was to be used. To do whatever he wanted. To be told what to do. But really, that only occurred to me now. That he might have wanted me to say all of that out loud. Doh! Look, when you’re getting very turned on, sometimes obvious conclusions escape your attention. So, thankfully, he asked if I wanted to be TOLD what to do. Yes. I could say yes to that.

He told me to get on my knees. That alone got my clit throbbing. “Get on your knees.” That is a beautiful directive right there. He took off his jeans. He was hard already and I put his cock into my mouth. Not only did he have a gorgeous body and a cute face, he had a fabulous cock, too. The ideal size, in my humble opinion. Ah, but we don’t want to go into the details of that, do we? No, then I’d go off on a tangent about cock variations and personal preferences. Save that for another time when I need blogging material.

He had me lay on my back on the bed. He fucked my face. My mouth. I deep-throated him as much as I could. I love when having my throat stuffed with a cock, my eyes start to water. Seems like a goofy thing to enjoy, but I do. He wanted to fuck me. Well, he asked if I wanted him to fuck me, which we all know means HE wanted to. I wasn’t ready yet. I was enjoying tasting him. Eventually, though I did want him inside of me. Or, shall I say inside other parts of me.

Doggie style. There really should be another phrase for that. I’m sure there is and I’m just not remembering it right now. La la la… or as the cool kids say, yadda yadda yadda. He told me he was going to fuck my ass. Honestly, I don’t remember *exactly* what he said, but the gist was between asking me and telling me. And calling me a slut. And fucking me deep from behind. Which all together made me cum.

He wanted me kneeling on the floor. And… I couldn’t do it. I know, poor readers, you’re getting into the story and then I go and ruin it with reality. Ouch. It hurt! Now, I *have* had anal sex before. I’ve also NOT had it before. In other words, what happened tonight has happened before. Sure, I’m all ready and then NOOOO I’m not. Other times, I’m ready and no problem whatsoever. I have no clue what the difference is between those different times. No, it’s not size. I mean, sometimes it has been, but not always. I’m positive. I just don’t know. Let me give this guy extra extra praise for first, stopping when I was clearly in pain, then for trying again. Yes, for trying again. Good idea. But, no, it didn’t work. So, mostly I thank him for stopping — again — AND for not at ALL making me feel badly about it. I mean, how not cool is it for me to say yes to something and literally at the last second say no. Not nice. But he was cool.

Back to fucking me from behind. Deeply. Getting me immensely aroused again. I was afraid he was going to cum while he was inside me — uhm, just as a reassuring aside, yes, we were using protection — so I reminded him that I *really* wanted him to cum in my mouth. Now, here’s the kicker…

He asked me if I wanted to suck off his friend in the other room. Other guys have asked me similar questions before. And you know what? When I’ve said yes, they backed out of it. Which, made sense to me. I mean, group sex is great, but not if the other participants weren’t expecting to be involved. Don’t particularly want to be involved. Feel pressured to be involved. So, once again, I said yes.

Cx jumped up to go tell his friend to get ready for me. Actually, I’m not at all sure what he said to him. I think I said something about not making him join in if he didn’t want to. Or maybe I only thought that. Not sure. His friend seemed to think is was a great idea though. Yippee!

No, really. That’s what I was thinking. “Yippee! Cool! Fun!” I’m soooo weird.

Moving into the front room/common area. I’m naked. Oh, except I still had my socks on come to think of it. That’s such a dorky guy thing, right? But, they WERE cute socks. Multi shades of brown stripes knee highs. Anyway.

Lights are all on. I know there’s the theory that guys don’t care what you look like naked as long as you’re naked. And at the time I was way too psyched to worry about it. But, now I am, of course. Eck. Sooo… sucking Cx while CxFriend gets naked. Is it just me or does CxFriend look like a C++ object name? Yeah, I thought so.

CxFriend seems to be concerned that he’s not yet hard enough. Cx tells him not to worry that I’ll get him hard. Which of course I’m happy to do. Actually, I absolutely love that. I “absolutely love” lots of things, don’t I? I LOVE feeling a guy get hard and larger and more and more and more in my mouth. It’s much more tactile than feeling it in my hands. CxFriend in my mouth. CxFriend on his knees. Me on my knees bent over. Cx fucks me from behind. YES!

I was going to write a blog about how I would love to work my way through the Purity Test list. Well, already, I get one marked off! I’m ahead of schedule.

Seriously. It was awesome. Fast forward to each of them came in my mouth. And they both came A LOT.

All in all quite a delightful evening. And I got home in time to go to bed at a decent hour, too!

Even though this is another novel length post from me, I’m positive there is stuff I had intended to say that I’ve forgotten, so let this serve as a warning that I may refer again to this post and this evening again. Or maybe not.

The problem with meeting at a caffeine oriented rather than an alcohol oriented establishment is that now I’m not nearly as tired as I should be for this time of night. Damn.

No, the two concepts are NOT mutually exclusive.

I understand that there are people who have no desire to have sex with a lot of people and/or don’t want to be with someone who has. And I don’t judge them. I have a friend who has every intention of staying a virgin until marriage. As long as that’s what she really wants (as opposed to thinking that’s what she’s *supposed* to want), I applaud her for living her life the way that makes sense to her. (And, btw, with this friend in particular, I DO believe that it’s what she really wants.)

So, it irritates me when people judge me for wanting to not only have lots of sex, but also to have lots of sex with lots of people. That’s to be expected, though, even thought it irritates me.

I had a conversation with another friend recently, a guy, who knows some about my “adventures” on AFF. He said, “You know, this may be fun but none of these guys are going to actually respect you at all when it’s all said and done.”

??? My reaction: Uhm, if they don’t respect me afterwards then they probably didn’t beforehand either and in either case, I don’t really CARE for their “respect”. It’s not worth anything. It takes TWO– or more, if we’re lucky — to participate in these supposedly unrespectable activities. And, btw, I’m not going into a anti-man-double-standard-for-women rant. It just happens that I’m a woman who’s having sex with men. I’m pretty sure I could be typing this post if the combination were any other sort, too.

I kind of referred to this idea in my last post, I think. I only want to be with a guy who DOES respect that I love sex. And that I love having sex with a variety of people. My *ideal* would be having a steady relationship with someone who was *turned on* by that. But, just accepting it is all that’s necessary.

I have had some of the guys I’ve met act as though they’re surprised that I’ve met with and plan on continuing to meet with OTHER guys from the site. Hello? Was I the only girl you were emailing and hoping to hook up with? Did you notice my I CALL myself a slut?

Anyway, what prompted this post? A post from another blog that I chanced upon.

It’s a post about men thinking of women as sluts and calling them that and acting towards them like that and about how a guy couldn’t respect a woman like that so why does he do that? Ok, that’s not the best summary, but hopefully it sort of makes sense anyway.

I guess a huge part of the problem, and I DO think there’s a problem, is that there’s no word for a woman who “sleeps around” that isn’t derogatory. I no longer think of “slut” as deragotory, so I don’t mind using it. (Well, also cuz dirty talk and being called names in a sexual context turns me on…) Ahem, anyway.

Anyway, I’ve realized that I sometimes read way too much into emails or what’s written in blogs, so maybe I’m doing that once again, but the blog author and some of the comment writers seemed to be so… negative towards people who DO sleep around. Like I said above, I have NO problem whatsoever with people who DON’T sleep around. Or who don’t understand why someone would. But don’t make assumptions about the type of person than I am just because I want to and do.

And this wasn’t in that blog post or comments, but I’ve read implied elsewhere…

No, I was not abused as a child. I wasn’t neglected. I actually had a rather wonderful childhood. I’m not looking for sex to make up for anything else missing in my life. I just like it. I like how it feels. How it makes me feel.

So, this is why I love this blogging thing. Something prompts me to have something to say. And now I have a place to say it.

I know the author of the blog piece above was NOT trying to make anyone feel badly. And I’m not at all trying to make HER or the commenters feel badly either! I just want to offer up my point of view for consideration. Sometimes it just really feels good to pour all these thoughts out of my brain, too.

I want to be fucked senseless. For so long and so hard that I can barely walk.

I want to be fucked until I absolutely can’t take any more. And then some more after that.

I want to have someone whose chest I can lay my head on.

I want to have someone to watch movies with.

I want to suck cock every day of my life and be fed cum like a daily medicine I need to live.

I want to be photographed fucking and sucking. I want there to be evidence that I’m a slut who can’t get enough sex.

I want to be missed when I go away on vacation.

I want to be called names — bitch, whore, cumslut, cunt — during sweaty sex, and then be told that I’m adored, appreciated, sweet, and pretty afterwards.

I want to be “forced” to be an exhibitionist and to wear slutty clothes out in public, while having someone with me who is turned on by the fact that HE gets to fuck me when we get home, but all the other guys are watching me.

I want to be wanted.

I want to be completely used sexually, taken advantage of completely.
And then I want to be held and taken care of.

And I want it all NOW.

And I don’t know what I want.

Ok… just so you know, I REALLY hardly ever drink. HOWEVER… librarian conferences are *really* known for heavy partying and drinking. Well, they are if you’re a librarian anyway.

So. Brief summary.

Coyote Ugly Bar. Yes, it/they actually exist, it’s not just a movie. Me. Drunk. Skanky outfit (if modified). Dancing on bar. Flirting with incredibly gorgeous 33 yr. old French Canadian.

Sex.

I didn’t even cum. But damn, he was good with his hands anyway. Wow.

BTW - not cumming had nothing to do with him. It just wasn’t happening. Not a big deal.

You know what? I really do enjoy this whole slut persona. Not giving a fuck. Just fucking. Even some people on AFF, a SEX dating site, have a not so great opinion of people like me. But, you know what? It’s fun. EVEN if I don’t cum. It’s STILL fun. I love it. I love getting a lot of sex and not giving a fuck what others think about that. And I love fucking guys who either really don’t care how many other guys I’ve fucked OR actually get TURNED ON by the fact that I’ve been fucked by so many other guys. The second being MUCH preferred over the first.

Ok…. like I said, I didn’t actually cum with this guy. So excuse me for not writing more while I go fuck *myself*. I really do love this whole being a slut thing…