Another Sex Blog

Boy it’s been a long time since I’ve written about a, ahem, “date.” Well, that’s because it’s been a long time since I’ve had one!

I actually DID go on an official-like date with this guy. That was unusual in itself. We went to dinner instead of just meeting at a bar for drinks. The place we’d planned on eating at ended up having an hour wait, so we got in his car and went somewhere else. Sushi. Which I love, but have no clue how to order. And then I knocked over a wineglass, too. Hi, I’m an idiot. Am I making a good impression yet?

Ok… back up… I’d been IM’ing with… hmmm, I need a name for him… with… Mr. I. That’s it. I don’t think I’ve had as much contact with someone before meeting them before. We seemed to get along pretty well talking online, which honestly worried me. I very much don’t want to end up getting a crush on someone who’s not interested in more-than-sex relationship. And even though I’d seen his pictures, and thought he was cute, what if I just wasn’t attracted to him when I met him IRL and I already liked his personality. That would suck, too.

Well, that last part didn’t happen. When I met him at the restaurant, I saw him through the door immediately and though, basically, “Wow.” Yummy. . Oh, and while walking there, my bra broke! There’s a little hook in the front, as well as in the back, and it had ripped somehow. So, I had to immediately go to the restroom to try to find something in my purse to hold it together again. *Again* with the “Hi, I’m an idiot.” Awkward much? Argh.

AlRIGHT, already, I’m getting to the good stuff. I could actually babble for much much longer here about other stuff, but, I can hear your calls for me to get on with it…

Mr. I does photography. Erotic photography (along with other subjects, too.). I am not quite up to par with erotic photography models. So, I was worriedly preoccupied with whether or not he’d be attracted to me. I wore a black dress with a WAY low v-neck neckline. He did seem to notice.

Back at his place, we kissed almost as soon as we got in the house. He gave me a quick tour.

Sitting on his couch, we started kissing again. And groping. Somehow I ended up on my knees in front of him. Without getting into details, we had a discussion about power exchange and he put a collar on me.

*** If all you’re going to do, btw, is make a comment about safety and that I should be more careful or anything at all about my behavior, I will delete your comment. I’m tired of people telling me what I should or shouldn’t be doing. Assume I have a head on my shoulders with better-than-average brains inside. ***

Similar to what I was talking about in my last post, Why I’m (sometimes) masochistic, I was completely overwhelmed with the desire to please. I was in a sort of sexual trance. Ok, that had a little bit to do with the alcohol I’d had, but a LOT to do with the fact that I *like* Mr. I. I mean, outside of sex.

The entire time that I was being subservient to him wasn’t very long overall. I experienced new sensations during that time though. In particular, candle wax. (Btw, for those who want to play along at home — you don’t use just an everyday candle for that.) It’s the neatest feeling… this little intense spark of pain and then it goes away almost immediately. Although I’d said before that there’s not really a pleasurable sensation that goes along with pain, that’s not entirely true. The cessation of pain is intensely pleasurable. Actually, that’s how I’ve thought of orgasm before — it’s the cessation, the end, of intense discomfort. And it’s that release that feels SO good.

(It’s kind of hard to write too explicitly now that I *know* he’ll be reading this eventually, which wasn’t always the case with my earliest posts. But, the show must go on…)

He has the perfect sized cock for oral sex. Both big enough and small enough for me to have it completely fill my mouth, be able to deep throat, but not for long.

Unfortunately at one point I was very very thirsty… dry mouth and sucking cock is not a good combo. I *think* my teeth got in the way at one point. Sorry, Mr. I!!! Bad AnotherSexBlogger! Eh, now I know to make sure I have a glass of water nearby always!

I still got rewarded with more than a mouthful of cum. Yes, it’s true that some guys taste better than others. He falls into the better camp.

He made me cum twice! Yay! Once by going down on me, too. Third guy ever to do that.

When all was over, I layed my head on his shoulder and then… he made fun of me for wanting to cuddle!!! Bad. I’m not even a really big cuddler! I do like full body physical contact post-sex. It’s calming. But, I don’t like touching while actually sleeping. I move too much and just worry the whole time that I’m going to wake up the other person. So, it’s only for a very short amount of time that I want that. <–again. OTOH, groping me and initiate sex while I’m sleeping is very much welcome. I love being woken up to that.

So, we’ll see if he contacts me again. Yeah, my no-second date rule has gone out the window. I’m twitterpated. Plus, I’m very interested in his offer to take some pictures for my Adult FriendFinder profile.

I think I’ve mentioned this before, but for me, when I am having sex regularly, I get MORE, not less, horny. The more sex I have, the more I want.

Ok, who’s next?

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